Post by The DeathJester on Oct 12, 2010 17:32:42 GMT
This is my chapter history, I wondered if you could review and see what you think, and Ive tried my best at writing it and checking it for bad grammar but im not brilliant to please forgive any flaws. Enjoy!
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--Dark Avengers chapter History-
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".., and behold, we shall not fall, for honour is our shield and our salvation against the coming darkness..." Darkarov, Former Chapter Master of the Dark Avengers,
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Thought for the Day: "Keep Faith and victory will soon follow Brother"
Designated Record Creator: Daemonius, Master of the Dark Avengers Chapter,
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Chapter Designated: The Dark Avengers
Founding chapter: --Record Deleted--
Founding: M363 Approx.
Current Chapter Master: Daemonius, Master of the Forge, Chapter Master of the Dark Avengers.
Home world: Mortarium
Fortress-Monastery: The Pandemonium Cathedral,
Identification colour code: raw steel power Armour, Crimson Shoulder Plates and Knee Pads, Black Trim.
--Chapter Special issue Helmets, Varied in Design- Standard Eye Visor, Respiration Ventilation shaft...
Specialty: Siege, Heavy weaponry Firepower
Battle Cry: "Honour through Vengeance"
Current Estimated strength: 100-250 Able bodied Space Marines, Minimal Dreadnoughts, Minimal Transportation and Battle Tanks.
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The Chronicles of our Chapters current situation is not of blind Probability or the Dark Gods Corrupting influence, it is a simple matter of choice, understanding that choice is everything when conflicting in a universe dark and cold as the void itself.
The Imperium of man stands with a firm Iron grip upon the relentless galaxy, Untold Billions Born and Die Each Day in the name of the Glorious God-Emperor on his golden Throne, At the forefront is us, the living embodiment of his flesh and soul; The Spacemarine, In Many ways I question whether we are indeed human anymore, we no longer suffer the ravages of time, we do not diminish so easily as mortals, we are so much more then mortal frailty as we are agents of a god, we are his Angels of death.
A concept we have always followed and honoured is one of survival and purpose. We discipline ourselves with clear determination to further our greatness; perfection has always been our goal. we have for generations used fire to perfect our craft, yet in this dark age it is the cold and imperious elements of metal that not only ensure our survival, but holds the to key to our next steps towards perfection.
This logical concept is my only purpose in this plane of existence, it has always aided my brothers in battle, from the Durable Land raider to the Dreadnought tombs of past champions, Ive always found hope that we will redeem our lost honour through the total annihilation of our enemies by the very foundation of metal that originally built our now failing empire.
I served as a Techmarine under mars training, I delved into adeptius mechanicus ancient and dark knowledge and found light.
My skills over time improved greatly, with experience and time Ive restored and build some of the finest machinery mankind can muster for its angels, Through bravery and service to the god emperor I claimed great renown for unquestionable determination to excel in my craft of technology, It brought me as far as being the master of the forge of my Fellow Dark Avengers; For this position of Power and knowledge is but Dreams to lesser marines. By rights of succession I was privileged to any weaponry I saw fit to use, It also allowed be access to some more dangerous if in the wrong hands yet not less deadly ancient weapons; certain artefacts pre-dated even the Dark age of technology. It was my duty to bring under my wings new recruits to further spread to knowledge of technology, for I was the forefront of the chapters continued existence, if not for my art the chapter would surely fall, For a Spears head is not without a shaft.
I served under no higher command than my Chapter master Darkarov.
He was a stern man; one of great power and experience, his existence brought him to some of the darkest corners of the galaxy and faced him against some of the most hated enemies of mankind. Xenos, Daemons and heretics where of no concern to him, he knew if he fall in battle it would be of honour, and his brother dark Avengers would as titled unleash untold levels of fury upon those whom dared cross the righteous might of spacemarine, at his efforts to rid our galaxy of filth to make way for mankind’s purity he was renown of a number of planets, some gave way in awe of his presence, other had to be purified of chaos, other scourged of xenos, he was of unspeakable power, not only in the fact he was destined to be the master of our chapter but in the sense that it seemed destiny had predetermined fate in which would cause his demise, he would not fall to the enemies of mankind, but from the hands of his own wrath.
Though all chapter experience Great Victory, so it is they can lose so much honour as well, All chapters at one point or another have known betrayal, Hardship or judgement by puny mortal minds. By the Black twisting Cogs that churns all manner of chaos into our destined time line, it was one of the worst of fates to befall our great chapter; Incurable Destruction Born from arrogance.
It was on the eve of the greatest battle our chapter ever faced, rare was it that an entire chapter should descend unto one purpose, that single purpose was to cleanse an entire planetary system of a Chaos Infestation. The System was called The Devils Causeway, many light years far of the very core of the maelstrom. The system itself consisted of 18 planets all in constant orbit of a Twin Spiralling Suns, This System was our system, Home to our planet of Motarium, birth place of our chapter and by the will of the god it stood strong and mighty amidst the tormented stars.
It was shameful chaos choose our territory to decimate, maybe it was part of there cunning plan to manipulate us into destroying ourselves, perhaps we may have still be a chapter at full strength had we understood more then we do now, yet how could learn if not for certain events as cataclysmic as this event.
It began with reports of the outer system planets falling to destruction, simple hive worlds with a population of just over 2 billion falling to a yet unknown force; they were struck without warning and faced no hope.
The silence of that planet was just the beginning, soon 3 more were taken, one by one they fell, only a single transmission was delivered, clearly the enemy failed to quench but one voice in billions, in scattered fragments it travelled towards the mother planet of Motarium:
"They arrive without warning....Not a single Sur...We cannot...Blood... So much... Those Eyes of red Fire... Dark Gods Laughter...May the Emperor deliver... ..." Transmission End.
That was all we received, Initially we sent a minor scout force to investigate, Knowledge was the way to win wars, we had to know exactly what we was dealing with, yet many scouts did not return, they spoke of Such horror stories of devastation, untold billions of lives taken, Trophies of skulls pinned to shines, unholy Cracks in reality itself and entire oceans of pure boiling blood had been created in a matter of days.
This enemy clearly was Khorn, The Blood God of murder, I had not faced this enemy before, though chapter legend dictated there brutality held no bounds, we knew well enough what form of chaos this was, librarians spoke of our history in confliction of this foul beasts, They spoke of many great losses too them and how we fought back and through vengeance destroyed them time and time again but as they returned with replenished ranks so did we, the only difference in this situation was that the threat wasn't dishonouring the chapter through a stalemate Crusade, it was for the very chapters home world itself and this time, we knew the stakes being so high that we would have to raise our game to match the enemies.
At the time I was positioned on the Battle Barge "The emperor Bane" and our 4th company had returned from purifying a Ork controlled planet, we returned with minimal troop losses yet our moral was shaken as our 4th company captain was slain in battle, He was to be induced into the vault of heroes on our home planet to rest for all time. On our arrival back the news of the loss of 4 planets in our system was a great insult indeed, the chapter counsel gathered for a night of debate and planning to defend ourselves against the on coming storm.
Discussion became heated in clashing opinions of options and possible outcomes, Mixed information and advise was filtered carefully by our Chapter master gazing into nothing, such a cold calculating mind; a trait no doubt of fearlessness. Though Traditions of honour clashed with visions of strategy. My single judgement was if we didn’t not strike first then the chaos will surely have the upper hand at breaking us all. The chapter master Darkarov agreed strongly, though we still did not know the full scale of what we was up against, we had with us 7 companies planet side to do battle with and the remaining 3 in close proximity to the star system.
We sent the signal to unite the Dark Avengers as one, in our whole history we had not dared such a dire call of war, yet we were here and now, facing the unknown, but what was known is that chaos was a tide of doom. No amount of force would be under estimated.
The Companies gathered; by the time they arrive there was reports of 8 additional planets in control of the chaos forces, ones desolate of life yet still substanceshal to keep a footing on. The initial attacks on populated planets was a diversion to keep our gaze locked in shock, small daemon cultists had directly left the first invaded planets to neighbouring planets to try to outflank us, They had succeeded in 8 great summoning on each planet, minor daemons spread around our system was of some concern but not the main one. Although this grand scheme had been planned with precision it seemed, the calculations to understand when and where a direct summoning in real space could occur was phomonemial
Only 6 planets under our control, We were surrounded, Scores of daemons had been biding there time in the warp for this moment, to see the fall of there old nemesis, To be the destroyers of the Dark Avengers Chapter for it would be a glory not many daemons would miss, though we would fight to ensure such a fate would not happen.
At dawn on the first day of the great cleansing crusade of our chapter, our chapter master stood on the altar in the pandemonium fortress and began to address us, he spoke:
"My Brothers, There are days I remember of war, Of Great loss and of Great Victory. There are days when I see lesser men become champions of mankind, There are days when I see entire civilisations fall because of those champions, There are days when I see the very foundations of the universe crumble with our every step we take, there have been days,,, but non like this day, This Day; we change the very meaning of what a spacemarine can achieve, we are the chosen of the light, of the emperor and of fate itself. This day is your day, and no others, other weaker chapter decide that uniting with other chapter brings them strength but I tell you this brothers, it does not heed honour, WE ALONE BRING HONOUR TO OURSELVES!!! WE ARE THE DARK AVENGERS!!! WE ACHIEVE HONOUR THROUGH PURITY OF VENGANCE!!! BEHOLD WE SHALL NOT FALL, FOR HONOUR IS OUR SHIELD AND OUR salvation AGIANST THE COMMING DARKNESS!!! FOR THE EMPERIOR!!!
That day Id witnessed the very sight that stirs men to incredible feats, when I think of glorious past, the days when one thousand fists rose into the air and praised the holy emperor in all his glory.
And so we rode out at dawn, 1000 space marines prepared for a full frontal assault on the core planet of the chaos space marines, from there would shake the very foundations of there wrenched hierarchy; for daemons are predicable not in how they arrive but where they stay, there are lost in there own ignorant consciousness and the recent victory of sacrificing 7 billion puny humans to there blood god may of appease him, though there lust for blood has never stopped hungered, our taste of revenge never left us either. We would fight there daemon prince leader at the strongest point of control, and it was there we would slay him.
If daemons were capable of fear they surely would tremble at the sight of 1000 angels descending in drop pods and Thunder Hawk gunships. 12 land raiders, 20 predators, 9 Vindicators, 11 whirlwinds and 36 dreadnoughts touched down and started the largest land assault in the history of our chapter, the planet was orbit ally bombarded from space and constantly under visual.
Darkarov was in the centre of battle, his honour guard the most skill space marines in our chapter, The Veterans scattered across the battle field aiding the lesser troop with inspiration, Assault squads Roared into lines of Khorn berserkers, tactical marine were fending off hordes of grotesque warp spawn daemons and amongst all the carnage I surrounded myself with there was a dark broad chill that ran down my spine as I witness there Daemon Prince leader storm across the battlefield slaying marine after marine in his path with a body guard of demonized terminators. Traitors to the cause, I knew that a marine could fall, but to what extend did the veterans of an unnamed 1st company fall too, what price to they have to pay to become such defied monsters.
I rallied the vindicators to bombard the most dangerous threat on the battlefield, it seemed with each shot the daemon prince guided it one to miss entirely and redirect onto both allies and enemies. The power of this unearthly creature seemed unreal, to this day ive not witness something as dark or disturbing.
Our chapter master as vigilant and battle worthy as he could be fought with great valour and courage against improbable odds, on the vox I warned of the daemon prince, by this point he was way into the crowd of daemons, and he would have to fight his way to the new threat.
A great battle between Darkarov and the dark Prince started, with each blow of our chapter masters thunder hammer chunks of daemonic armour shattered under foot, the daemon princes sword spat currents of psychic energy and with each blow inflicted into Holy Terminator armour and blows into Daemonic Armour the very ground under them crack with the amount of power conflicting. With one false move the daemon revealed a chink in his armour and with righteous rage Darkarov drove his hammer through the daemons chest splitting him into two halves.
The battle raged for a weeks our forces getting thinner with each passing day and night, Daemonic reinforcement were spawn daily by near by planets, the taste of chaos grew heavy in the very essence of the 12 planets, 3 were ripped into themselves and cause black void holes which temporally warped reality by doing so only increased the level of chaos straining on the surviving planets. Yet we fought on, with each space marine’s corpse, hundreds to thousands of lesser daemons were banished and for each broken spacemarine instrument of war a greater daemon was slain, yet it was not enough, our efforts resulted in fighting a losing battle.
once again history repeated itself as the situation of draining both sides resources to a point of stalemate happened, Many lesser daemons were sucked back into the warp as they could not sustain there material forms, The greater daemons remain on the planet wounded yet barely in existence then retreated back into the maelstrom to ensure there continued existence as chaos champions.
The after-math left 724 Space marines dead or missing, when the daemons retreated they used dark magic to create a temporal warp gate, separate ones on the 12 daemon controlled planets, they disappeared without trace yet leaving a distinct corruption upon the land. We recovered only 4 land raider, 14 predators, 4 vindicators, 2 whirlwinds and with 20 dreadnoughts in working condition. This Day though glorious left our chapter broken.
The Survivors gathered once again in the halls of pandemonium to witness our great yet heavy wound chapter master victory speech, He spoke with a strange tone, though stern somewhat more numb then previously, He Spoke:
"My Followers, My Warriors, My Brothers, We stand now at a point as a where kings stand amongst men, we now stand glorified in the honour that we slew countless demons upon our Blades and Holy Bolters, The demon tested us strategically, The Demons tested our people, yet by far the largest mistake was they tested our wrath, WE repaid them ten-fold for the blood they split in recent day and our past, WE brought chaos to chaos itself, WE DEFEATED THEM INFRONT OF THERE WEAKER GODS!, and what’s more, brought honour to our own. yet our work is not done, though crippled the daemonic forces that are still in retreat towards there safe haven of the maelstrom where they will simply disappear from our grasp we strove so hard to wrap around there necks, To lose grip now would be to fail, So far we have proved our honour, we set the example of what space marines should be, Unflinching, Undefeatable Angels of Death, Yet how can we achieve such visions of power if we are to leave the dying prey living, giving them time to recover, we must destroy them before they return, before they can forget what we did these recent days, Though we set an example to fellow marines, we did not leave a large enough one on the enemy, SPACEMARINES WILL KNOW ARE NAME THROUGH HONOUR, WE HAVE ACHIEVED HONOUR! DAEMONS WILL KNOW OUR NAME THROUGH VENGANCE, THEY WILL KNOW FEAR! THEY WILL KNOW THE DARK AVENGERS HAVE COME THE CLAIM THE SOULS THIS DAY!"
My mind became blank at this speech, could he not see? Could he not witness with each act of suicide he was driving our chapter harder and harder into the ground? This final daring act to plunge head first into the dark abyss of the maelstrom would be
That night I spent considering what to do? Words can fuel entire space marine legions yet it will simply fall onto deaf ears with Darkarov, He was a determined man and it would be out of my place to convince him to change this radical ambition.
His Shackles over the chapter’s loyalty in fear and respect ran deep. It is in my belief that Heroes and Cowards are the same in certain circumstances, Such as the fact both hero and coward feels fear, yet there are lines that divide the two, The hero would cross the line, stand and hold his grown and fight for what he believes in and he know his purpose because of it, Heroes such as Darkarov Knew what he wanted to achieve, Of coarse the contrast of coward is simple, they embrace too much fear, they have not direction, not personal initiative and rely heroes to lead and guide them, cowards look up to heroes for protection and understand what levels of greatness they could achieve. Darkarov was a perfect example of this, he could force with but a stare entire marine companies to stand there ground and indulge in righteous rage.
Darkarov power was in the chapter itself, it would take a hammer of great magnitude to strike a blow at his authority, I confronted him directly, and I marched confidently into his high office the following day, Mind at peace with the Onimisiah as I done so. When I entered he addressed me first; for it was tradition to allow the elders to speak before the lower ranks.
“I sense your troubled Daemonius?" he asked inquisitively, " Troubled?" I replied in a calm yet stern voice, " yes, I know you Daemonius, I know you are decadent to fellow battle brothers, after all, as much as they respect you; you've always stood apart from them; they can never understand your craft", " that is true Darkarov, however, many do share a certain vision, as I do, one of which involves our chapter recovering before we crusade again". Darkarov brows rose in interest, "no doubt that is the reason you are here at this time, why else would you leave you dark forge to the more materialistic side of our fortress?" “To change the future" I interrupted, I couldn't bare another lecture of how he could predict everything, and Simplistic logic of my arrival was basic to interpret, though he believed understanding that made him so wise. “To change the future? I pray what form of future do you wish to place before us Daemonius? Our fate is cast in stone and is the will of the Gods. It cannot be swayed by a mere fraction of our chapter’s body." he spat angrily, slamming his right fist onto his desk in authoritive rage. I kept my mind at work with calculations, How to manipulate this brute, how to ensure our survival. I spoke "And what of the chapters body Darkarov? Do you no believe it to be crippled? Bones Broken? Tattered skin? Do you not believe that we are not in a state of urgency?" "No...” he whispered” I simply ...believe... Daemonius, My belief is what fuels me and this chapter, My unquestionable Might has proven it, It is I at the forefront of this chapter, for it is I whom rules over it, The spoils of wars ALWAYS gone to the victor Daemonius, In my opinion war does not prove if mankind can survive or not, we are doomed to die as soon as we breath our first breath, Wars doesn’t prove who is right or who is wrong, only who is left, and who is left Daemonius? Our Chapter! Our warriors! And for what reason? ...MYSELF!” A short but raw pause followed, my words pierced the silence " You are a relic Darkarov, You stand at a breaking point on the tip of a knife, the smallest of nudges and you shall fall, Yet I see you shall not simply balance yourself to bring our chapter back to it former glory, you shall shake the very foundations of our chapters existence for the sake of your sacred lie, the lie that your belief that you can bring our chapter to glory in death. It is more that apparent that Myself and my brothers are just weapons to be used in your arsenal, you may believe such things Darkarov, But know that YOU too are a tool in the great plan of the emperor, YOU are but a minor wheel is the Massive machine of the Imperium, You are no immortal Darkarov, it seems its all you strive to be, You will fall in battle as countless souls have for the emperor because they do not deny his divinity as you do, I Will not let our chapter deify you, I will not bow and I will not break Darkarov for your glory." And with those final words I left a great realisation of truth inside Darkarov, he didn’t show it, but he felt a chill in his spine, the only kind that chills in the event of realising your own weakness. That weakness of self Delusion.
Returning to my own dark aboard it seemed his reputation of arrogance preceded him, at this point I knew he was ignorant at the fact more than a 3/4th's of our chapter had been destroyed the demonic war. At this point I realised he was truly insane with power, driven insane by his duty to glorify his own existence, It was at this point he was using our chapter a tool of personal gain rather then to honour the emperor, It ashamed me so that although Ive seen some of the foulest being in the galaxy, this situation of witnessing a wasted mind was dishonourable beyond compare. Yet the worst thought was the fact thousands of year’s worth of great heroic deeds in the name of the Emperor causing Great victories and Great losses shall all have been for nothing due to the simplistic fact one man desired to end his existence with all that helped him to begin with, our chapter.
Death or Glory was not going the be the only options for me.
within the same hour I was escorted to the chamber of judgement, our court of routing out impure members of our chapter, Darkarov aim was to ensure my removal as Master of the forge and dishonour me in front of our entire chapter, If I was deemed to have strayed too far off the path of the Dark Avenger then I surely would be executed for my treachery. Yet I would be ready, I would have a plan.
"Be seated" Boomed Darkarov to the Chapters counsel and audience members, Darkarov was seated on a throne imposing his authority over the lesser members, " I call us here this day because of one reason, Cowardice", Voices muttered in the gathered crowd, " There is one amongst us whom decides to stand against our majestic might, our destined fate to glorify our father and God-Emperor, His intentions are to retreat when we are so far along the path of victory, We are here to day to question why such unfaithful actions are thought, To eliminate impure thoughts, Stand forth Daemonius, Explain yourself for such Foul Thoughts?" With that Darkarov then sat down to witness my fall in amusement, this was my moment. " Brothers, Your eyes have seen kinds war and enemies beyond any mere mortal can imagine, yet what you will see if you pursue this crusade is even beyond yours, our Master wishes for us to descend into hell itself!!, The maelstrom is A gap in the fabric of reality itself, it is unformed matter, as does chaos leak into our plain of existence in a foul manner with grotesque outcomes, so shall you in there existence, You have witnessed there kind, there legions of mindless demons, Of corrupt space marines, for that is your fate if you choose to forward yourself into oblivion. Yet there is another path, this path does not prove your strength of might, but your strength of mind, You could decide against self destruction, for it is unwise to be so suicidal in your quest for glory, In all reasons, Your part if you pursue will be a blip in the masters plan, your part will not be of legends as he promises, it shall be his name that bears the title of the once Great chapter of the Dark Avengers, You may question how this is? You may believe your strength of mind is impervious and that your determination is incorruptible, it is fact my brothers that the maelstrom it shall break your very will, your soul will be not taken by the emperor and remembered, but taken by darkness itself". Darkarov stood from his seat, once more with no emotion spoke “Daemonius, such heresy comes from your words and your mind, your very presence bears the stench of greed, when have you ever felt the taste of victory? when have you been a warriors clashing at arms with the darkness?, You have not been, You are but Forgotten knowledge, I believe you time alone with machines has turned you into one, Just mindless waste of matter who only function is to serve great warriors such as myself". I looked deeply at all my brother spacemarine helmets, each one with delicate design, Smoothly forged containing standard spacemarine equipment yet still bearing horns of demons we say on each war against them, our craft so blessed and pure we even maintained the demons remains in stasis, never to effect our righteous rage, we bore of armour with pride for no chapter could replicated our craft, my craft, My craft as a artisan burning every demonic kills into our armour and scribing every victory achieved and every name of lost warriors, with such sacred thoughts I began my response. “You accuse me of heresy? Of foul thought? Of being weak and not a warrior? brother, I am not of chaos, I am not of foul thought and not of weakness, It is my duty to mark each and every single warriors with imbued technology, Trophies and scripture, It is my duty to Rage war against mankind’s enemies with righteous machines of death, it is my right as master of the forge, Lord of the Armoury and disciple of the Onimisiah to serve, Arm and protect this chapter, I could not do so with unjust thoughts, Your duty, as master of the chapter, is to be a pawn, you are to fall and be replaced by another spacemarine as better men are born with each gene-seed generation, To compare my craft to yours would be folly, for the machine is immortal and you the mortal are not. You the mortal are not because you are doomed to die, you are to be victim of emotions, Trying so hard to justify your existence, look around you Darkarov, Each marine in this room has purified there minds and not let thought stand in there way of purpose, you have lost yours, You are not worthy of chapter master"
Darkarov stood a full height in his terminator armour, Face of thunder and fury, he roared “DO YOU CHALLEGE MY RULE? DO YOU AS DARE CHALLEGE MY AUTHORITY AND DARE TO JUDGE ME? BELIEVE ME DARKAROV AND MARK MY WORDS CAREFULLY! YOU SHALL SUFFER FOR YOUR THOUGHTS THAT STRAY SO FAR FROM THE PATH!", " so we see more flaws in your uncontrollable mind Darkarov, How can you expect to control this chapter if you can even control you own will?", " I DO NOT NEED TO BE IN CONTROL OF MY EMOTIONS, FEAR IS WHAT CONTROLS THE CHAPTER AND MARKS MY UNDISPUTED RULE AS ITS LEADER!", " you are truly lost Darkarov, you cannot hope to survive, you are at two paths, one leads to my death as the first loss and then the entire chapters, the second is repair what was sundered, Regain our Strength and honour", " THE PATH HAS BEEN DECIDED!" and with those words Darkarov launched his bulked metallic body into the air screaming in rage at my defiance, it was clear I would have to go through him and all his followers If I was to save our existence, By the end of our heated talk I could sense a divide in the room, chapter loyalists to Darkarov whom served him through fear or shared his insane beliefs that there was honour in death And Then there were my followers; those whom declared to serve me in hope of rebuilding our shattered world, who wanted to die know there cause could continue and not end in a abrupt vain cause. I raised my twin servo arms to counter his dive bombing hammer blow and strafe right to avoid a follow up blow, " BROTHERS! GIVE ME YOUR ARMS NOW!" and with that the call of war once again roared in the minds, bodies and souls of our chapter, we would have to purge it of impure radicals, I could see left right and centre marine fighting each other in our sacred court of judgement, Ironic that the final judgement would be settle between Darkarov and me.
My weaponry were complicated, I designed and craft to be as much a part of my body as possible, my servo arms I Infused with my real arms of flesh, I am mostly machine in tribute to the Onimisiah, Two Plasma-cutters locked on the underside of each wrist and my forging flamer part of my side arm bolt pistol, All the standard equipment a techmarine required yet combined into one place for maximum effectiveness, If I Initiated the Powerfeilds in my servo arms I could deliver blows that could destroy tanks with ease yet it would not be swift enough for this fight, If I solely relied on my slow yet powerful fists I would of fallen in battle many years ago so I forged a powers word of great beauty, Its handle was covered in thick black metallic stone with sculpted skull at its top, its guard angles in artistic shapes and design to flexible in defence and its blade was of the Sharpe quality, truly a weapon worthy of its maker. The sword would work in synchronisation with my bolt flamer pistol; I was more then prepared for this fight.
Darkarov was cumbersome in his large terminator armour, I was swift in my artificers, Sword struck Hammer, Sparks caused bolts of energy to spasm in the air, I fought for my life as with each blow of his thunder hammer if not deflected would of rip my body apart and thrown my battered corpse across the room, yet I kept my faith and skill, my speed was my ally as was the Onimisiah. as much as a fired my plasma at close range it seared his armour yet he still fought on, his internal shield systems could protect him from a orbital bombardment if it had too, I would have to find a weakness, he lunged and as I swifter strafed, the momentum toppled him, my moment arrive, with a cry of vengeance for the blood he has split I impaled my sword through his back, An agonising scream came from his blood choked mouth and his fell, breathing deeply as he was dying slowly, I walk to him and kneeled, "Give me a clean Death Daemonius, Ive earned it", I looked him in the eyes as they started to fade, " No Darkarov, Clean for you would be you gloried in you efforts of war, You shall Die knowing that you were remember as Darkarov the Tyrant of the Dark Avengers, The man who's desires was his own, not the emperors" and with those final words I powered up my Gauntlets and held his body high above my head, A scream of agony emerged only to be silenced as I tore him in two sections, Torso and Legs fell as a Tide of Entrails and blood hit the floor.
I knew this chapters concepts were vexed upon whom ever was mightiest was destined to lead, as I executed the highest member I bore the right to lead, By example of single combat results in my beliefs to continue and it was I would lead the Dark avengers into the future of war and chaos.
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".., and behold, we shall not fall, for honour is our shield and our salvation against the coming darkness..." Darkarov, Former Chapter Master of the Dark Avengers,
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Thought for the Day: "Keep Faith and victory will soon follow Brother"
Designated Record Creator: Daemonius, Master of the Dark Avengers Chapter,
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Chapter Designated: The Dark Avengers
Founding chapter: --Record Deleted--
Founding: M363 Approx.
Current Chapter Master: Daemonius, Master of the Forge, Chapter Master of the Dark Avengers.
Home world: Mortarium
Fortress-Monastery: The Pandemonium Cathedral,
Identification colour code: raw steel power Armour, Crimson Shoulder Plates and Knee Pads, Black Trim.
--Chapter Special issue Helmets, Varied in Design- Standard Eye Visor, Respiration Ventilation shaft...
Specialty: Siege, Heavy weaponry Firepower
Battle Cry: "Honour through Vengeance"
Current Estimated strength: 100-250 Able bodied Space Marines, Minimal Dreadnoughts, Minimal Transportation and Battle Tanks.
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The Chronicles of our Chapters current situation is not of blind Probability or the Dark Gods Corrupting influence, it is a simple matter of choice, understanding that choice is everything when conflicting in a universe dark and cold as the void itself.
The Imperium of man stands with a firm Iron grip upon the relentless galaxy, Untold Billions Born and Die Each Day in the name of the Glorious God-Emperor on his golden Throne, At the forefront is us, the living embodiment of his flesh and soul; The Spacemarine, In Many ways I question whether we are indeed human anymore, we no longer suffer the ravages of time, we do not diminish so easily as mortals, we are so much more then mortal frailty as we are agents of a god, we are his Angels of death.
A concept we have always followed and honoured is one of survival and purpose. We discipline ourselves with clear determination to further our greatness; perfection has always been our goal. we have for generations used fire to perfect our craft, yet in this dark age it is the cold and imperious elements of metal that not only ensure our survival, but holds the to key to our next steps towards perfection.
This logical concept is my only purpose in this plane of existence, it has always aided my brothers in battle, from the Durable Land raider to the Dreadnought tombs of past champions, Ive always found hope that we will redeem our lost honour through the total annihilation of our enemies by the very foundation of metal that originally built our now failing empire.
I served as a Techmarine under mars training, I delved into adeptius mechanicus ancient and dark knowledge and found light.
My skills over time improved greatly, with experience and time Ive restored and build some of the finest machinery mankind can muster for its angels, Through bravery and service to the god emperor I claimed great renown for unquestionable determination to excel in my craft of technology, It brought me as far as being the master of the forge of my Fellow Dark Avengers; For this position of Power and knowledge is but Dreams to lesser marines. By rights of succession I was privileged to any weaponry I saw fit to use, It also allowed be access to some more dangerous if in the wrong hands yet not less deadly ancient weapons; certain artefacts pre-dated even the Dark age of technology. It was my duty to bring under my wings new recruits to further spread to knowledge of technology, for I was the forefront of the chapters continued existence, if not for my art the chapter would surely fall, For a Spears head is not without a shaft.
I served under no higher command than my Chapter master Darkarov.
He was a stern man; one of great power and experience, his existence brought him to some of the darkest corners of the galaxy and faced him against some of the most hated enemies of mankind. Xenos, Daemons and heretics where of no concern to him, he knew if he fall in battle it would be of honour, and his brother dark Avengers would as titled unleash untold levels of fury upon those whom dared cross the righteous might of spacemarine, at his efforts to rid our galaxy of filth to make way for mankind’s purity he was renown of a number of planets, some gave way in awe of his presence, other had to be purified of chaos, other scourged of xenos, he was of unspeakable power, not only in the fact he was destined to be the master of our chapter but in the sense that it seemed destiny had predetermined fate in which would cause his demise, he would not fall to the enemies of mankind, but from the hands of his own wrath.
Though all chapter experience Great Victory, so it is they can lose so much honour as well, All chapters at one point or another have known betrayal, Hardship or judgement by puny mortal minds. By the Black twisting Cogs that churns all manner of chaos into our destined time line, it was one of the worst of fates to befall our great chapter; Incurable Destruction Born from arrogance.
It was on the eve of the greatest battle our chapter ever faced, rare was it that an entire chapter should descend unto one purpose, that single purpose was to cleanse an entire planetary system of a Chaos Infestation. The System was called The Devils Causeway, many light years far of the very core of the maelstrom. The system itself consisted of 18 planets all in constant orbit of a Twin Spiralling Suns, This System was our system, Home to our planet of Motarium, birth place of our chapter and by the will of the god it stood strong and mighty amidst the tormented stars.
It was shameful chaos choose our territory to decimate, maybe it was part of there cunning plan to manipulate us into destroying ourselves, perhaps we may have still be a chapter at full strength had we understood more then we do now, yet how could learn if not for certain events as cataclysmic as this event.
It began with reports of the outer system planets falling to destruction, simple hive worlds with a population of just over 2 billion falling to a yet unknown force; they were struck without warning and faced no hope.
The silence of that planet was just the beginning, soon 3 more were taken, one by one they fell, only a single transmission was delivered, clearly the enemy failed to quench but one voice in billions, in scattered fragments it travelled towards the mother planet of Motarium:
"They arrive without warning....Not a single Sur...We cannot...Blood... So much... Those Eyes of red Fire... Dark Gods Laughter...May the Emperor deliver... ..." Transmission End.
That was all we received, Initially we sent a minor scout force to investigate, Knowledge was the way to win wars, we had to know exactly what we was dealing with, yet many scouts did not return, they spoke of Such horror stories of devastation, untold billions of lives taken, Trophies of skulls pinned to shines, unholy Cracks in reality itself and entire oceans of pure boiling blood had been created in a matter of days.
This enemy clearly was Khorn, The Blood God of murder, I had not faced this enemy before, though chapter legend dictated there brutality held no bounds, we knew well enough what form of chaos this was, librarians spoke of our history in confliction of this foul beasts, They spoke of many great losses too them and how we fought back and through vengeance destroyed them time and time again but as they returned with replenished ranks so did we, the only difference in this situation was that the threat wasn't dishonouring the chapter through a stalemate Crusade, it was for the very chapters home world itself and this time, we knew the stakes being so high that we would have to raise our game to match the enemies.
At the time I was positioned on the Battle Barge "The emperor Bane" and our 4th company had returned from purifying a Ork controlled planet, we returned with minimal troop losses yet our moral was shaken as our 4th company captain was slain in battle, He was to be induced into the vault of heroes on our home planet to rest for all time. On our arrival back the news of the loss of 4 planets in our system was a great insult indeed, the chapter counsel gathered for a night of debate and planning to defend ourselves against the on coming storm.
Discussion became heated in clashing opinions of options and possible outcomes, Mixed information and advise was filtered carefully by our Chapter master gazing into nothing, such a cold calculating mind; a trait no doubt of fearlessness. Though Traditions of honour clashed with visions of strategy. My single judgement was if we didn’t not strike first then the chaos will surely have the upper hand at breaking us all. The chapter master Darkarov agreed strongly, though we still did not know the full scale of what we was up against, we had with us 7 companies planet side to do battle with and the remaining 3 in close proximity to the star system.
We sent the signal to unite the Dark Avengers as one, in our whole history we had not dared such a dire call of war, yet we were here and now, facing the unknown, but what was known is that chaos was a tide of doom. No amount of force would be under estimated.
The Companies gathered; by the time they arrive there was reports of 8 additional planets in control of the chaos forces, ones desolate of life yet still substanceshal to keep a footing on. The initial attacks on populated planets was a diversion to keep our gaze locked in shock, small daemon cultists had directly left the first invaded planets to neighbouring planets to try to outflank us, They had succeeded in 8 great summoning on each planet, minor daemons spread around our system was of some concern but not the main one. Although this grand scheme had been planned with precision it seemed, the calculations to understand when and where a direct summoning in real space could occur was phomonemial
Only 6 planets under our control, We were surrounded, Scores of daemons had been biding there time in the warp for this moment, to see the fall of there old nemesis, To be the destroyers of the Dark Avengers Chapter for it would be a glory not many daemons would miss, though we would fight to ensure such a fate would not happen.
At dawn on the first day of the great cleansing crusade of our chapter, our chapter master stood on the altar in the pandemonium fortress and began to address us, he spoke:
"My Brothers, There are days I remember of war, Of Great loss and of Great Victory. There are days when I see lesser men become champions of mankind, There are days when I see entire civilisations fall because of those champions, There are days when I see the very foundations of the universe crumble with our every step we take, there have been days,,, but non like this day, This Day; we change the very meaning of what a spacemarine can achieve, we are the chosen of the light, of the emperor and of fate itself. This day is your day, and no others, other weaker chapter decide that uniting with other chapter brings them strength but I tell you this brothers, it does not heed honour, WE ALONE BRING HONOUR TO OURSELVES!!! WE ARE THE DARK AVENGERS!!! WE ACHIEVE HONOUR THROUGH PURITY OF VENGANCE!!! BEHOLD WE SHALL NOT FALL, FOR HONOUR IS OUR SHIELD AND OUR salvation AGIANST THE COMMING DARKNESS!!! FOR THE EMPERIOR!!!
That day Id witnessed the very sight that stirs men to incredible feats, when I think of glorious past, the days when one thousand fists rose into the air and praised the holy emperor in all his glory.
And so we rode out at dawn, 1000 space marines prepared for a full frontal assault on the core planet of the chaos space marines, from there would shake the very foundations of there wrenched hierarchy; for daemons are predicable not in how they arrive but where they stay, there are lost in there own ignorant consciousness and the recent victory of sacrificing 7 billion puny humans to there blood god may of appease him, though there lust for blood has never stopped hungered, our taste of revenge never left us either. We would fight there daemon prince leader at the strongest point of control, and it was there we would slay him.
If daemons were capable of fear they surely would tremble at the sight of 1000 angels descending in drop pods and Thunder Hawk gunships. 12 land raiders, 20 predators, 9 Vindicators, 11 whirlwinds and 36 dreadnoughts touched down and started the largest land assault in the history of our chapter, the planet was orbit ally bombarded from space and constantly under visual.
Darkarov was in the centre of battle, his honour guard the most skill space marines in our chapter, The Veterans scattered across the battle field aiding the lesser troop with inspiration, Assault squads Roared into lines of Khorn berserkers, tactical marine were fending off hordes of grotesque warp spawn daemons and amongst all the carnage I surrounded myself with there was a dark broad chill that ran down my spine as I witness there Daemon Prince leader storm across the battlefield slaying marine after marine in his path with a body guard of demonized terminators. Traitors to the cause, I knew that a marine could fall, but to what extend did the veterans of an unnamed 1st company fall too, what price to they have to pay to become such defied monsters.
I rallied the vindicators to bombard the most dangerous threat on the battlefield, it seemed with each shot the daemon prince guided it one to miss entirely and redirect onto both allies and enemies. The power of this unearthly creature seemed unreal, to this day ive not witness something as dark or disturbing.
Our chapter master as vigilant and battle worthy as he could be fought with great valour and courage against improbable odds, on the vox I warned of the daemon prince, by this point he was way into the crowd of daemons, and he would have to fight his way to the new threat.
A great battle between Darkarov and the dark Prince started, with each blow of our chapter masters thunder hammer chunks of daemonic armour shattered under foot, the daemon princes sword spat currents of psychic energy and with each blow inflicted into Holy Terminator armour and blows into Daemonic Armour the very ground under them crack with the amount of power conflicting. With one false move the daemon revealed a chink in his armour and with righteous rage Darkarov drove his hammer through the daemons chest splitting him into two halves.
The battle raged for a weeks our forces getting thinner with each passing day and night, Daemonic reinforcement were spawn daily by near by planets, the taste of chaos grew heavy in the very essence of the 12 planets, 3 were ripped into themselves and cause black void holes which temporally warped reality by doing so only increased the level of chaos straining on the surviving planets. Yet we fought on, with each space marine’s corpse, hundreds to thousands of lesser daemons were banished and for each broken spacemarine instrument of war a greater daemon was slain, yet it was not enough, our efforts resulted in fighting a losing battle.
once again history repeated itself as the situation of draining both sides resources to a point of stalemate happened, Many lesser daemons were sucked back into the warp as they could not sustain there material forms, The greater daemons remain on the planet wounded yet barely in existence then retreated back into the maelstrom to ensure there continued existence as chaos champions.
The after-math left 724 Space marines dead or missing, when the daemons retreated they used dark magic to create a temporal warp gate, separate ones on the 12 daemon controlled planets, they disappeared without trace yet leaving a distinct corruption upon the land. We recovered only 4 land raider, 14 predators, 4 vindicators, 2 whirlwinds and with 20 dreadnoughts in working condition. This Day though glorious left our chapter broken.
The Survivors gathered once again in the halls of pandemonium to witness our great yet heavy wound chapter master victory speech, He spoke with a strange tone, though stern somewhat more numb then previously, He Spoke:
"My Followers, My Warriors, My Brothers, We stand now at a point as a where kings stand amongst men, we now stand glorified in the honour that we slew countless demons upon our Blades and Holy Bolters, The demon tested us strategically, The Demons tested our people, yet by far the largest mistake was they tested our wrath, WE repaid them ten-fold for the blood they split in recent day and our past, WE brought chaos to chaos itself, WE DEFEATED THEM INFRONT OF THERE WEAKER GODS!, and what’s more, brought honour to our own. yet our work is not done, though crippled the daemonic forces that are still in retreat towards there safe haven of the maelstrom where they will simply disappear from our grasp we strove so hard to wrap around there necks, To lose grip now would be to fail, So far we have proved our honour, we set the example of what space marines should be, Unflinching, Undefeatable Angels of Death, Yet how can we achieve such visions of power if we are to leave the dying prey living, giving them time to recover, we must destroy them before they return, before they can forget what we did these recent days, Though we set an example to fellow marines, we did not leave a large enough one on the enemy, SPACEMARINES WILL KNOW ARE NAME THROUGH HONOUR, WE HAVE ACHIEVED HONOUR! DAEMONS WILL KNOW OUR NAME THROUGH VENGANCE, THEY WILL KNOW FEAR! THEY WILL KNOW THE DARK AVENGERS HAVE COME THE CLAIM THE SOULS THIS DAY!"
My mind became blank at this speech, could he not see? Could he not witness with each act of suicide he was driving our chapter harder and harder into the ground? This final daring act to plunge head first into the dark abyss of the maelstrom would be
That night I spent considering what to do? Words can fuel entire space marine legions yet it will simply fall onto deaf ears with Darkarov, He was a determined man and it would be out of my place to convince him to change this radical ambition.
His Shackles over the chapter’s loyalty in fear and respect ran deep. It is in my belief that Heroes and Cowards are the same in certain circumstances, Such as the fact both hero and coward feels fear, yet there are lines that divide the two, The hero would cross the line, stand and hold his grown and fight for what he believes in and he know his purpose because of it, Heroes such as Darkarov Knew what he wanted to achieve, Of coarse the contrast of coward is simple, they embrace too much fear, they have not direction, not personal initiative and rely heroes to lead and guide them, cowards look up to heroes for protection and understand what levels of greatness they could achieve. Darkarov was a perfect example of this, he could force with but a stare entire marine companies to stand there ground and indulge in righteous rage.
Darkarov power was in the chapter itself, it would take a hammer of great magnitude to strike a blow at his authority, I confronted him directly, and I marched confidently into his high office the following day, Mind at peace with the Onimisiah as I done so. When I entered he addressed me first; for it was tradition to allow the elders to speak before the lower ranks.
“I sense your troubled Daemonius?" he asked inquisitively, " Troubled?" I replied in a calm yet stern voice, " yes, I know you Daemonius, I know you are decadent to fellow battle brothers, after all, as much as they respect you; you've always stood apart from them; they can never understand your craft", " that is true Darkarov, however, many do share a certain vision, as I do, one of which involves our chapter recovering before we crusade again". Darkarov brows rose in interest, "no doubt that is the reason you are here at this time, why else would you leave you dark forge to the more materialistic side of our fortress?" “To change the future" I interrupted, I couldn't bare another lecture of how he could predict everything, and Simplistic logic of my arrival was basic to interpret, though he believed understanding that made him so wise. “To change the future? I pray what form of future do you wish to place before us Daemonius? Our fate is cast in stone and is the will of the Gods. It cannot be swayed by a mere fraction of our chapter’s body." he spat angrily, slamming his right fist onto his desk in authoritive rage. I kept my mind at work with calculations, How to manipulate this brute, how to ensure our survival. I spoke "And what of the chapters body Darkarov? Do you no believe it to be crippled? Bones Broken? Tattered skin? Do you not believe that we are not in a state of urgency?" "No...” he whispered” I simply ...believe... Daemonius, My belief is what fuels me and this chapter, My unquestionable Might has proven it, It is I at the forefront of this chapter, for it is I whom rules over it, The spoils of wars ALWAYS gone to the victor Daemonius, In my opinion war does not prove if mankind can survive or not, we are doomed to die as soon as we breath our first breath, Wars doesn’t prove who is right or who is wrong, only who is left, and who is left Daemonius? Our Chapter! Our warriors! And for what reason? ...MYSELF!” A short but raw pause followed, my words pierced the silence " You are a relic Darkarov, You stand at a breaking point on the tip of a knife, the smallest of nudges and you shall fall, Yet I see you shall not simply balance yourself to bring our chapter back to it former glory, you shall shake the very foundations of our chapters existence for the sake of your sacred lie, the lie that your belief that you can bring our chapter to glory in death. It is more that apparent that Myself and my brothers are just weapons to be used in your arsenal, you may believe such things Darkarov, But know that YOU too are a tool in the great plan of the emperor, YOU are but a minor wheel is the Massive machine of the Imperium, You are no immortal Darkarov, it seems its all you strive to be, You will fall in battle as countless souls have for the emperor because they do not deny his divinity as you do, I Will not let our chapter deify you, I will not bow and I will not break Darkarov for your glory." And with those final words I left a great realisation of truth inside Darkarov, he didn’t show it, but he felt a chill in his spine, the only kind that chills in the event of realising your own weakness. That weakness of self Delusion.
Returning to my own dark aboard it seemed his reputation of arrogance preceded him, at this point I knew he was ignorant at the fact more than a 3/4th's of our chapter had been destroyed the demonic war. At this point I realised he was truly insane with power, driven insane by his duty to glorify his own existence, It was at this point he was using our chapter a tool of personal gain rather then to honour the emperor, It ashamed me so that although Ive seen some of the foulest being in the galaxy, this situation of witnessing a wasted mind was dishonourable beyond compare. Yet the worst thought was the fact thousands of year’s worth of great heroic deeds in the name of the Emperor causing Great victories and Great losses shall all have been for nothing due to the simplistic fact one man desired to end his existence with all that helped him to begin with, our chapter.
Death or Glory was not going the be the only options for me.
within the same hour I was escorted to the chamber of judgement, our court of routing out impure members of our chapter, Darkarov aim was to ensure my removal as Master of the forge and dishonour me in front of our entire chapter, If I was deemed to have strayed too far off the path of the Dark Avenger then I surely would be executed for my treachery. Yet I would be ready, I would have a plan.
"Be seated" Boomed Darkarov to the Chapters counsel and audience members, Darkarov was seated on a throne imposing his authority over the lesser members, " I call us here this day because of one reason, Cowardice", Voices muttered in the gathered crowd, " There is one amongst us whom decides to stand against our majestic might, our destined fate to glorify our father and God-Emperor, His intentions are to retreat when we are so far along the path of victory, We are here to day to question why such unfaithful actions are thought, To eliminate impure thoughts, Stand forth Daemonius, Explain yourself for such Foul Thoughts?" With that Darkarov then sat down to witness my fall in amusement, this was my moment. " Brothers, Your eyes have seen kinds war and enemies beyond any mere mortal can imagine, yet what you will see if you pursue this crusade is even beyond yours, our Master wishes for us to descend into hell itself!!, The maelstrom is A gap in the fabric of reality itself, it is unformed matter, as does chaos leak into our plain of existence in a foul manner with grotesque outcomes, so shall you in there existence, You have witnessed there kind, there legions of mindless demons, Of corrupt space marines, for that is your fate if you choose to forward yourself into oblivion. Yet there is another path, this path does not prove your strength of might, but your strength of mind, You could decide against self destruction, for it is unwise to be so suicidal in your quest for glory, In all reasons, Your part if you pursue will be a blip in the masters plan, your part will not be of legends as he promises, it shall be his name that bears the title of the once Great chapter of the Dark Avengers, You may question how this is? You may believe your strength of mind is impervious and that your determination is incorruptible, it is fact my brothers that the maelstrom it shall break your very will, your soul will be not taken by the emperor and remembered, but taken by darkness itself". Darkarov stood from his seat, once more with no emotion spoke “Daemonius, such heresy comes from your words and your mind, your very presence bears the stench of greed, when have you ever felt the taste of victory? when have you been a warriors clashing at arms with the darkness?, You have not been, You are but Forgotten knowledge, I believe you time alone with machines has turned you into one, Just mindless waste of matter who only function is to serve great warriors such as myself". I looked deeply at all my brother spacemarine helmets, each one with delicate design, Smoothly forged containing standard spacemarine equipment yet still bearing horns of demons we say on each war against them, our craft so blessed and pure we even maintained the demons remains in stasis, never to effect our righteous rage, we bore of armour with pride for no chapter could replicated our craft, my craft, My craft as a artisan burning every demonic kills into our armour and scribing every victory achieved and every name of lost warriors, with such sacred thoughts I began my response. “You accuse me of heresy? Of foul thought? Of being weak and not a warrior? brother, I am not of chaos, I am not of foul thought and not of weakness, It is my duty to mark each and every single warriors with imbued technology, Trophies and scripture, It is my duty to Rage war against mankind’s enemies with righteous machines of death, it is my right as master of the forge, Lord of the Armoury and disciple of the Onimisiah to serve, Arm and protect this chapter, I could not do so with unjust thoughts, Your duty, as master of the chapter, is to be a pawn, you are to fall and be replaced by another spacemarine as better men are born with each gene-seed generation, To compare my craft to yours would be folly, for the machine is immortal and you the mortal are not. You the mortal are not because you are doomed to die, you are to be victim of emotions, Trying so hard to justify your existence, look around you Darkarov, Each marine in this room has purified there minds and not let thought stand in there way of purpose, you have lost yours, You are not worthy of chapter master"
Darkarov stood a full height in his terminator armour, Face of thunder and fury, he roared “DO YOU CHALLEGE MY RULE? DO YOU AS DARE CHALLEGE MY AUTHORITY AND DARE TO JUDGE ME? BELIEVE ME DARKAROV AND MARK MY WORDS CAREFULLY! YOU SHALL SUFFER FOR YOUR THOUGHTS THAT STRAY SO FAR FROM THE PATH!", " so we see more flaws in your uncontrollable mind Darkarov, How can you expect to control this chapter if you can even control you own will?", " I DO NOT NEED TO BE IN CONTROL OF MY EMOTIONS, FEAR IS WHAT CONTROLS THE CHAPTER AND MARKS MY UNDISPUTED RULE AS ITS LEADER!", " you are truly lost Darkarov, you cannot hope to survive, you are at two paths, one leads to my death as the first loss and then the entire chapters, the second is repair what was sundered, Regain our Strength and honour", " THE PATH HAS BEEN DECIDED!" and with those words Darkarov launched his bulked metallic body into the air screaming in rage at my defiance, it was clear I would have to go through him and all his followers If I was to save our existence, By the end of our heated talk I could sense a divide in the room, chapter loyalists to Darkarov whom served him through fear or shared his insane beliefs that there was honour in death And Then there were my followers; those whom declared to serve me in hope of rebuilding our shattered world, who wanted to die know there cause could continue and not end in a abrupt vain cause. I raised my twin servo arms to counter his dive bombing hammer blow and strafe right to avoid a follow up blow, " BROTHERS! GIVE ME YOUR ARMS NOW!" and with that the call of war once again roared in the minds, bodies and souls of our chapter, we would have to purge it of impure radicals, I could see left right and centre marine fighting each other in our sacred court of judgement, Ironic that the final judgement would be settle between Darkarov and me.
My weaponry were complicated, I designed and craft to be as much a part of my body as possible, my servo arms I Infused with my real arms of flesh, I am mostly machine in tribute to the Onimisiah, Two Plasma-cutters locked on the underside of each wrist and my forging flamer part of my side arm bolt pistol, All the standard equipment a techmarine required yet combined into one place for maximum effectiveness, If I Initiated the Powerfeilds in my servo arms I could deliver blows that could destroy tanks with ease yet it would not be swift enough for this fight, If I solely relied on my slow yet powerful fists I would of fallen in battle many years ago so I forged a powers word of great beauty, Its handle was covered in thick black metallic stone with sculpted skull at its top, its guard angles in artistic shapes and design to flexible in defence and its blade was of the Sharpe quality, truly a weapon worthy of its maker. The sword would work in synchronisation with my bolt flamer pistol; I was more then prepared for this fight.
Darkarov was cumbersome in his large terminator armour, I was swift in my artificers, Sword struck Hammer, Sparks caused bolts of energy to spasm in the air, I fought for my life as with each blow of his thunder hammer if not deflected would of rip my body apart and thrown my battered corpse across the room, yet I kept my faith and skill, my speed was my ally as was the Onimisiah. as much as a fired my plasma at close range it seared his armour yet he still fought on, his internal shield systems could protect him from a orbital bombardment if it had too, I would have to find a weakness, he lunged and as I swifter strafed, the momentum toppled him, my moment arrive, with a cry of vengeance for the blood he has split I impaled my sword through his back, An agonising scream came from his blood choked mouth and his fell, breathing deeply as he was dying slowly, I walk to him and kneeled, "Give me a clean Death Daemonius, Ive earned it", I looked him in the eyes as they started to fade, " No Darkarov, Clean for you would be you gloried in you efforts of war, You shall Die knowing that you were remember as Darkarov the Tyrant of the Dark Avengers, The man who's desires was his own, not the emperors" and with those final words I powered up my Gauntlets and held his body high above my head, A scream of agony emerged only to be silenced as I tore him in two sections, Torso and Legs fell as a Tide of Entrails and blood hit the floor.
I knew this chapters concepts were vexed upon whom ever was mightiest was destined to lead, as I executed the highest member I bore the right to lead, By example of single combat results in my beliefs to continue and it was I would lead the Dark avengers into the future of war and chaos.