tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55151985693073781952024-02-08T09:43:28.000-08:00Velterax III ChroniclesMy Inquisitor and 40K projects on Velterax III and on surrounding planets in the Carthaxian and Veltraxian SectorsOctavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-32472953394063400362012-09-26T23:32:00.003-07:002012-09-26T23:33:35.834-07:00Fractured Oppostition, Chapter 3<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Inside, it was hot, steamy and stank of sweat, a lot
like the thick jungles of Catachan, but made of steel. Once we had acclimatised
to the sensation of space travel, Von Carstien bade us to eat with him. He
introduced us to wider imperial culture and food, taking time to teach us in
debating. As hard as he tried, he could not however, get very far, having just
left very tight viewed communities. Another important skill he taught us was
basic manners to those above you in status. After we had finished our
discussions and fine food, we were shown to our habitation for the journey. On
his way to Catachan, Von Carstien had ordered the ship’s crew to grow a small,
self sufficient jungle habitat in one of the interior cargo bays. There was
also control panels dotted around, from which we could control the climate of
the jungle. As soon as I found one, we set it to max humidity and started a
rainstorm while Freya and Karazak constructed a shelter to stay in. Later,
having stayed the night in the small, homely lean-to we had constructed, Von
Carstien came into the jungle to talk to us from a place where we were
comfortable. He started talking about where we were going; the Schola
Progenium. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“You will find many others there. Some will try to
befriend you; others will try to hurt you. Some will stay on the sidelines.” He
began.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Who runs the place?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“The Schola are run by priests of the Emperor, Drill
Abbots of His Ecclesiarchy. If you break their rules, then you will be punished
accordingly.” Von Carstien replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Where will everyone else be from?” Freya asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Pupils in a schola come from all branches of the
Imperium. Some are the sons of planetary governors, others; the children of
Imperial Navy admirals. A few will be the orphaned children of Imperial Heroes,
like you”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“What will we do there?” Karazak enquired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“A great many things, Karazak. You will learn about
imperial history and culture in a way I would never be able to teach you. There
will also be a selection of physical activities, which should be of interest to
all of you. Like your father, I see you going on to fight for the Imperium,
Freya and Karazak; can see this for you also. Because of this I want to make
sure you can fire a gun and wield a blade before we get to Volag Nok so you can
participate better in the military exercises. Is everyone OK with this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“We can all wield a blade, but I for one have desired
to fire a gun from when Freya first mentioned them to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Also, when you are there, you may see your loincloths
as a sign of honour, but others at the schola may not. When you get to Volag,
ask for an audience with the High Abbot of Nok about it, but until then I would
wear your ceremonial robes or other clothes that the schola provides.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Right then, we will start the training tomorrow. In
the mean time though, would you give us some blade practice now or at least
coach us with our own weapons.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“It appears that Catachans are eager to learn, and
could make fine scholars, no doubt of they wished! I will get a selection of
blades from the armoury and I will watch and give advice for I have studied the
blade for most of my life.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I think I have found my goal in life” said Freya, and
then we all started laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">As Von Carstien left to get the blades; Freya, Karazak
and I started running through the jungle occasionally stopping for a minor bout
of unarmed combat to get us in the state of mind for the coming exercise. By
the time Von Carstien returned, we were bruised and covered in sweat, but still
ready to go on with the blade lesson.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I see you have been preparing” Von Carstien stated as
he passed each of us a sparing sword. The weapons were masterfully crafted,
each with a straight hand guard and a one metre blade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">To start our training, we simply duelled with each
other while Von Carstien watched and gauged our technique. I fought Karazak
first and I noted how resilient he was to the blows that landed, barely even
flinching when I hit him while I preferred to dodge the blows as they came. Freya
however, having only defended herself fought a defensive battle against Karazak
and I, but one of lithe and agile movement, lashing out at a lighting pace then
drawing back using the terrain to her advantage. Meanwhile, Von Carstien
remained impassive, watching our every move, even when we weren’t duelling!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He then gave us advice on how to improve our
technique, giving tips to each of us, such as to avoid the harder blows in
Karazak’s case and to be more often on the attack to Freya. To me he advised me
to keep my distance and use the edge of the blade where possible rather than
the point. He then left us to practice and departed from the jungle room for
reasons we did not know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">An hour later, he came back wearing only a pair of
shorts and wielding a sparing sword as he called us out one by one to test our
skills first hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Von Carstien was skilled and defeated Karazak easily
and eventually pinned Freya to a wall, but his regular artistic blade
flourishes opened gaps in his guard that only a sharply honed mind can spot and
he yielded before my blade. He then commented how my bladework was superb and
that Catachan would be a great training ground for blademasters and the like.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">By this point we had been in orbit for just under w
week while the great vessel made its way towards the warp jump point. So after
we had cooled off, Von Carstien used a vox link to ask for the time until warp
transition. He then told us to tie ourselves to some trees because warp
transitions are very ... “bumpy” as he put it. His warning was just as well and
in the nick of time as the final countdown began half a minute after Von
Carstien had finished tying Karazak to a tree, he then left quickly to find a
restraint chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">After our successful warp transition, Von Carstien
came back into the jungle and untied us and after that, our days followed a
similar schedule: Get up and have a swim in the “river” in the jungle, then we
would go for some exercise (either jogging, swimming some more or fist fights
or all three). We would then do other training, such as firearms training and
blade-work or lessons on Imperial history and its culture.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">One day after our morning exercise, Von Carstien came
in early and announced that we were one week from Volag Nok and he wanted us to
participate in the ship’s officers duelling contests that were to be held that
day, because though we were not officers we were honoured guests to the vessel
and he thought we were ready to go against these highly proficient
blademasters. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He also told us that our last few lessons would be
tough, but also that life at the schola would be harder still. As he left, I
asked; “what form will the contest take?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“A very good question, know your opposition. The
contests are normally staged on the bridge where there is a decent open flat
space with the sparring swords you are used to using, but if you are willing
and the officers agree, we could host it here where the terrain will provide an
additional challenge. But beware, some of the officers spend every moment of
their off duty lives training with a blade and as such, could best even I, a
combat swordsman in the confines of a duel.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Then we will use all of our advantages against them”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Very well, I have left three sparring swords by the
door. Just be warned, some of the officers will likely prefer you did not wear
your tribal loincloth, but if you wished, we could make the duelling contest
unofficial and have all parties wear similar attire.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Yes, that would be a change for those officers!
Perhaps we could include a round of unarmed combat, most definitely not to the
death!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I looked at Freya and Karazak with eyes that had
changed substantially since our first meeting, and then we all started laughing
as Von Carstien left our sanctum to let us train.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The tourney was an exhilarating experience; for the
first time, I was able to test my skills against experts in bladework. I worked
my way up the tables to the quarter finals where I fought the Captain of the
ship, Andromicus, who had me on the defensive until I feigned a fall. I then
rolled out from under him and almost won, until he lashed out with his leg and
knocked me off balance, forcing me to yield. Andromicus then went on to win for
the 4<sup>th</sup> voyage running. Karazak got past the first heat, but was
then beaten by the good Captain. Karazak however, Freya surpassed all expectations
getting to the semi-finals to be beaten by the head gunnery officer, a stern
man called Sohek. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Funnily enough, when we made our offer of unarmed
combat duels, many of the younger midshipmen and lieutenants took up the offer
and followed us to the jungle sanctum. We all stripped to the waist (aside from
Freya and the few female officers) and then paired off to fight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Few of the officers could hold out long against us,
but all the same, it was a good change to fight others with different
upbringings. I won the tourney, but by the end of it we were all dripping with
sweat, but ready for more. Unfortunately, the officers had other duties to
perform about the ship, so i shook hands with 1<sup>st</sup> Lieutenant Hans, a
senior bridge officer and with that the officers left with a hearty salute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">During the last few days, training did indeed toughen,
but it was exhilarating and enlightening as well. Two days before planetfall, Von
Carstien introduced us to more suitable clothing that still fitted out jungle
background. For myself and Karazak, he looked out several pairs of loose shorts
and short sleeved shirts; he also told us that they would be suitable for the
desert as well. For Freya, he found similar attire, but also included a knee
length dress of the style of Volag Nok.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">During that time, we got used to the attire of most
imperial citizens, and Von Carstien got laser scans of our sizes to make us huge
varieties of clothing for every occasion for us to try. Lessons also kept going
during this period and the pace quickened before planetfall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-45665132540267000472012-05-03T10:58:00.001-07:002012-05-03T23:17:06.027-07:00Fractured Opposition chapter 2<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">When Freya and I awoke the next morning, we gathered
our few belongings and Freya made her farewells to her friends in the village.
I went to wake Karazak’s tent, but he wasn’t there! I used my tracking skills I
had picked up in the wilderness and found him at the damaged gate, staring out
into the endless forest. I walked up to him said:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“Ready to go?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“Yes, just enjoying my last view of home in all
likelihood.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“Can I join you while Freya makes her farewells?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“Of course, but there was something I wanted to talk
to you about involving you and my sister.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“I understand; what is it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">A custom of our village is that the closest male
family member to the daughter has to authorise anything ‘official’, and can
also ask this of her lover.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“I see where this is going. You don’t want me going after
your sister!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“No! Sorry, that is not what I meant. I was going to
ask you to join hands with my sister. It is an ancient custom symbolising a
strong bond of love between the two participants.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“Ok, what arrangements must be made on my part?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“None, I have talked to the village elders, and they
have agreed to your participation in the ceremony. Normally, the man would give
a gift to the girl’s family, but under the circumstances, all parties have
agreed that saving Freya’s life was enough; as well as this off world business!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“This is great news! When is the ceremony?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“In the village centre in 1 hour’s time. Oh and you’d
better talk to Freya about the ceremonial wear, I believe she has been making
some this morning after spreading the news to her friends.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“Is this another custom? For the girl to make the
man’s ceremonial clothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“That is one of the reasons both parties get to know
each other first!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">“Right then, I had better try the clothing then. I will
see you for the ceremony.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">As it turned out, the ceremonial robes where perfectly
fitted and simple in design; It was simply a rectangular sheet of fabric that
was pinned at one shoulder and secured at the waist with a thin cord. The time
that went into making one was the time spent embroidering ceremonial detail in
the correct locations. On mine there was a five pointed star above my heart and
the Eagle of the Imperium upon my chest, while Freya’s had the moon over her
heart and what I thought was the tribe’s icon; a marked wolverine underneath a stylised
falling star on a green background. Then I realised it was how I had come to
know her and was in effect an icon of our relationship. She also had an Eagle,
but on her right shoulder where I had the relationship icon. I then realised my
position: I had fallen in love. It hit me like a hammer blow to see how far I
had come in the few days between me being a wild jungle hunter to falling in
love and joining a tribe.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">Freya had then described how the ceremony would run:
Freya would stand outside her shelter with Karazak and I would walk to her
shelter from the gate with one of the town elders filling in the role of next
of kin. There would be an exchange of vows which would normally include gifts,
but a trip off-world was more than sufficient. According to Freya, this was to
bind the couple through word. The next step was to bind the couples hands and
feet to bind them by action. They are then left under a bamboo frame draped
with sheets until the next morning to allow the couple to bind through thought.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">The ceremony was a wonderful experience, and it also
included the initiation rites for the tribe which involved cutting the tribes
icon into my arm using my phosphor-beta knife. The off-worlder and his guards
were also present to witness the ceremony. In the morning, the rite concluded
with us having the star and moon removed from our robes and we began the
ceremony for leaving the tribe, but with a slim chance of return. Before we
left for the stars, two of the village elders embroidered the tribal icon over
both of our hearts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">The off-worlder introduced himself for the first time
as von Carstien, a name of sorts I have never heard before.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;">He led Karazak, Freya and I to a large clearing with a
large metal beast, the likes of which I had never seen. Von Carstien then
invited us to get into the beast, which he called a shuttle and make ourselves comfortable.
He followed us in, but passed us and opened a hatch in the wall and retrieved
what looked like a metal rectangle with colourful images painted on the front.
Von Carstien called it a data-slate and claimed that he knew Freya and Karazak’s
father as well as mine. He also claimed that the “data-slate” contained pictures
of both Colonel Lorenzo Griess and Knight-Commander Craig Johnson.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The off-worlder introduced himself for the first time
as von Carstien, a name of sorts I have never heard before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He led Karazak, Freya and I to a large clearing with a
large metal beast, the likes of which I had never seen. Von Carstien then
invited us to get into the beast, which he called a shuttle and make ourselves comfortable.
He followed us in, but passed us and opened a hatch in the wall and retrieved
what looked like a metal rectangle with colourful images painted on the front.
Von Carstien called it a data-slate and claimed that he knew Freya and Karazak’s
father as well as mine. He also claimed that the “data-slate” contained pictures
of both Colonel Lorenzo Griess and Knight-Commander Craig Johnson.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">As the shuttle rose through the atmosphere to reach
the ship von Carstien had come on: Karazak, Freya and I pored over several
dataslates that showed pictures of Johnson, Griess and Carstien. I was
saddened, but relieved to see a picture of my father’s funeral, and to see who
he was succeeded by: a gruff soldier by the name of Straken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">As we approached the ship, von Carstien showed us into
the cabin to show is the ship as it approached, It was a gargantuan thing,
three km long and half a km wide. The shuttle was completely dwarfed as it
entered the hanger bay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">We all looked in wonder as we guessed what could be
inside such a great vessel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-18305841636024832632012-02-01T06:58:00.000-08:002012-05-03T11:04:32.358-07:00Fractured Opposition<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Venus Rising'; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fractured opposition</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Venus Rising';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My insight into the life of Octavian Lars before his induction into the inquisition</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">My name is Octavian Griess and I am 16 standard years old. I live on my own in the wilderness of Catachan, my home planet, and the most inhospitable planet in the Emperor damned Imperium. I like it here. The sounds of the forest call to me as I have survived in a land where the slightest hesitation can kill you, I have lived here on my own since my mother was killed when a Catachan Devil decided we were for lunch when I was 9 (standard), but I killed it and wear it’s hide as a trophy. No-one has seen me in several years and in the small villages dotted around the planetscape, I was a misfit, always picked on until my mother and I left into the forest at the age of 7. I have never known my father. My mother told me that my father, Lorenzo Griess, had gone to fight among the stars. As I have no-one to watch over my camp, I am always on the move, going from to place to place with my supplies and tent. While searching franticly for a place to sleep for the night as the sun went down and the creatures of the night began to prowl, I heard an ear-splitting scream coming from my right that sliced the very air in two. I dropped my kit and hurriedly tied some string round the nearest tree so I could find my way back then I sprinted off into the jungle following the scream fearing the worst, with my blade at the ready. </span><span style="font-family: 'Venus Rising';"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">As I neared the source of the scream, I paused and then started crawling towards a tree where a girl of about my age was tied wearing only a loincloth. To have been left there, she had probably upset her lover and as a result was left to die, that or as a sacrifice. I could do with a second person to look after my camp, as well as a companion and friend to alleviate the loneliness that comes from living alone for about seven years. I stood up and scanned the clearing for beasts of the forests that often hunt those tied up as sacrifices to the Immortal Emperor, to whom I pray to keep me safe each day. Fortunately, none had come yet. I put my finger to my lips to encourage her to keep quiet and minimize the risk of creatures showing up. Beetles the size of my fist were scuttling in all directions as if panicked by some creature, I knew I had 30 seconds before a beast that could easily kill me burst into the clearing I raised my knife, a 1 and a half meter blade forged from Phosphor Beta, a rare metal and a gift from my mother who had been told by my father to give it to me when I was old enough. The rope was thick, but the carefully honed edge of the blade made short work of it and I cut the girl down, urged her to go back to the “camp” by following the string while I faced the great beast. I stood in the clearing shouting run to the girl and readying myself for the fight to come. Not as big as a Devil, but big enough to scare of an entire hive of death-beetles, only a marked wolverine fitted the description. This was going to take some killing. It lunged towards me, wicked claws heading for my throat. I jumped sideways, throwing myself flat. I crawled under its belly and thrust my knife deep into its stomach. The trusted blade bit deep and the wolverine let out great a death screech. I rolled out from under its belly as it crashed to the ground. I shouted to the girl and used her replies to guide me back to where she had set up a camp better than any I have ever set in my entire life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">The next day I was preparing to go out hunting, I asked her what her name was. However, she was cunning when need be and replied; “Tell me the name of my saviour please?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">I had no excuse to not reply, “Octavian Griess, at your service. Can you also tell me the name of the girl I saved just last night?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Freya Johnson, my brother Karazak would most definitely like you. Tell me, did your father leave before your birth to fight among the stars?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Yes, my father was enlisted into the 2<sup>nd</sup> Catachan infantry. All he left behind were his wife, child and my knife which was once his.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Mine was called to lead the 5<sup>th</sup> Catachan armoured. They drive tanks!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“What are tanks?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“They are Monstrous behemoths of steel and iron, bristling with guns.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“What are guns?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Your father never showed you one?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“He left about a month before I was born.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Well, guns are in effect big spear throwers with more power, but they are also more complex.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“I see. What was it like when you were growing up?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“I have lived in a village my entire life, looking after hearth and home, just like I shall for you, but I can fight as well as any man. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Well, you might have met your match here!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Don’t interrupt! Recently, I got engaged to my lover, mind you, I had no control over it, his father organised it. My brother Karazak tried to stop him, but he was 2 years older than him, and 1 year older than me. Then, just a few days ago, we saw a star fly through the sky, stop and float to the ground. My lover, who I never even knew his name of, decided that prophets of the emperor had come to judge us and that someone should be sacrificed to appease them. That someone was me. Karazak and I tried to fight them, but too many people had sided against me. They knocked Karazak out and my lover tied me to that tree and left me to die. The scream was when he tied me up and punched me in the face and I lost control and tried to call for help.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“I think this guy had better be taught a lesson”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“I think so too.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">We both tidied up the camp (it was always going to be temporary, just this one was more temporary than expected) and headed on the long trek to Freya’s village.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">I took us three nights to get to Freya’s village. On the last night, we camped just out of sight and sound (theirs, that is, we could still observe them). We watched the village for the whole of the next day. Freya pointed out Karazak and her lover to me. From the distance, I thought Karazak looked very strong and tough, but with a cunning mind. On the other hand, from what I could tell, Freya’s lover was just a pig and a bully and only a fraction of Karazak’s power. The aspect of him that gave him the advantage was his great height which intimidated most of his possible enemies, Freya had said. We were starting to run low on food, so I went hunting as evening approached. We then outlined our plan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">The next morning as the sun rose, we crept towards the village with my bow on my back and knife at the ready. As we approached the village gate Freya and I walked out into the open and I called “we are two weary travellers, but we wish to see a man by the name of Karazak Johnson.” The man who stood sentinel replied, “I will go and get him, I should be no more than three minutes.” We waited, but as we did, I listened closely to the sounds of the village. All seemed quiet apart from a great racket coming from the centre of the village. I used my knife to open the sturdy gate with a few well placed slashes from my knife and kicked it inwards while using my momentum to carry me forward into the village to see what the matter was. I sprinted through the cleared streets of the village and came to a great crowd at the centre, in my time living in villages like this, crowds often gathered around arguments between two of the villagers that ended up as a solo brawl in the village centre. I pushed through the unfamiliar crowd in unfamiliar clothing. Freya and I wore only a loincloth while most of the villagers wore a neck to knees robe. Out of the villagers only the two brawlers were clad in loincloths like me. I knew the reason and was ready for it; they wear less to allow greater body movement during a fight. They obviously were ready to move this disagreement up a level. I recognised the shorter of them as Karazak from my earlier observations. He was well muscled and well built. His opponent was; I presumed Freya’s lover who consigned her to sacrifice. Just as they were readying themselves for a real fight, I tried to push past the inner ring of the crowd, but the villagers attempted to stop me. It was a simple matter to get past, but one that cost me valuable seconds. Freya and I burst out of the crowd and I leaped between Karazak and Freya’s lover. Freya’s lover was shocked by my appearance and shouted “Who is this to interrupt a conflict of villagers!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Freya Johnson’s new lover, after you left her to die!” I replied. Karazak also added his voice to the argument.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“This is my argument, outsider you have the look of the leader about you. You have also saved my beloved sister and you have my gratitude. Do you have anything else to add before I fight with Ryan?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">Remembering my conversations with Freya on the customs of the village I added: “Yes, I now challenge Ryan to an unarmed duel for Freya’s hand. What say you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“It appears you know our customs, so yes, I will fight. For Freya’s hand and to the death!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">Freya came over to me and wished me good luck then she and Karazak retreated into the ring of people. The fight began with us circling each other round the ring. I examined Ryan and could see that he commanded power from his great size and bulk, but this was something I could use to my advantage against his ponderous form. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">To gain a distraction, I reached for my knife which was tucked into the belt of my loincloth and threw it to one side while commenting: “Oh, I forgot this was unarmed, wasn’t it!” as it hit the floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">The moment the hilt hit the soil I rushed towards him lashing out with my right fist and I felt a reassuring crack as it broke one of his ribs. Before he could retaliate, I had darted out of reach. From what I could see, He was about eighteen, and in his prime for a Catachan, If Karazak had gone up against him, he wouldn’t have lasted more than five minutes, but the wilderness had kept me sharp as my knife. The fight continued for some time, with me striking and ducking out the way of retaliation as I gradually wore him down. Once, I let my guard slip and took a punch to the chest and I was badly hurt, besides, this was a fight to the death so he would stop at nothing to kill me, even when I was winded. I launched myself at him and delivered a hard kick to the groin to stun him then retaliated with an uppercut to the chin to knock him out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">The crowd around me were shouting and complaining, evidently he had never been beaten before. In the situation I would normally snap his neck, but he had attempted to sacrifice Freya, who loved me as much as I loved her. As a mirror to how he attempted to murder Freya, I would tie him up in the jungle to die and it would still be abiding with the duelling laws of the village. As I left the village and headed out into the jungle, approximately half the village followed me including Freya and Karazak. I tied him up in the clearing where, several days ago, he had tied Freya. Ironic in my opinion, the one who leaves a sacrifice for the emperor is in turn sacrificed. On my way back to the village, I was walking along with Freya and Karazak, alert, but discussing the events of the past few days when some off-worlders appeared in front of us. One wore a red cloak and hat as well as some sort of thick robe of some sort. He was surrounded by an air of authority and was clearly a loyal servant of the emperor. His companions were of probably Catachan birth originally, but had been tempered by many different worlds. The one who appeared to lead the group stepped towards me and asked: “Are you Octavian Griess.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Yes, but why are you searching for me?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“I am incredibly distressed to report to you that your father had sadly, after being raised to command his regiment, the 2<sup>nd</sup> Catachan, he was killed in an ork bombing raid.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“How does this affect me though, I have never met him?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“He had orders placed when he reached higher ranks in his regiment that you were to be taken to a schola progenium if he was killed and use your considerable talents you were sure to have for the benefit of the Imperium. In truth, he never forgot about you and always looked to the day you would be old enough to be enlisted in the regiment. Alas, it was not to be. I see you have some close friends with you, if you wish, they may accompany you. But there is one more thing I must know, do you have the Phosphor Beta knife your father left you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Not with me, I have just won an unarmed duel and left the knife in the village.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Then get it and show it to me. I need it as proof of your identity.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style';">“Very well, but you will have to wait outside the village until morning.”</span></div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-76584620110794273242011-09-01T10:44:00.000-07:002011-09-01T10:44:20.130-07:00Arco flagelent Greengo R268<br />
Arco Flagellant Greengo R268<br />
Formerly an imperial guardsman, Greengo’s previous name was Private James Green and was convicted of heresy, but was offered a chance for redemption through Arco Flagellentation, being given the trigger word Redeemer and was entrusted to Witch Hunter Dictatus who was assassinated and was then given to Inquisitor Octavian Lars for the acts of valour and leadership he showed during the battle that followed. Greengo has since served well under the distiquished Inquisitor in his secret wars against Chaos.<br />
Greengo R268 is left handed.<br />
Equipment: Electro-Flail implanted into right arm, Power Fist implanted into left arm, injector with 50 doses of Barrage, ‘Slaught, Psykon.<br />
Greengo R268’s trigger word is Redeemer.<br />
Special Abilities: Furious Assault, Nerves of Steel, Force of Will <br />
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WS BS S T I Wp Sg Nv Ld<br />
Greengo 42 11 85 74 53 94 24 169 28<br />
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</div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-21709999793087588722011-06-06T08:58:00.000-07:002011-06-06T09:00:17.924-07:00Insertion Zone part 4<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">I consider myself skilled in the arts of interrogation. In my opinion, torture can often hide the truth as much as it is revealed; thus I only use it when absolutely necessary. So, I squared up to the ethereal. He had been bound and gagged by the PDF who had captured him. I removed the gag and signaled to Karazak, my bodyguard and assistant, to start the recording.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“What is your name?” A classic opening move that helps the interrogator connect with the interrogated.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“My name is Ethereal Commander blooded wildflower of the Tau’n sept.” I had been studying the Tau language for nearly thirty years now, on and off during the war against them on Velterax III. My tutor was a captured human who served the Tau as a diplomat and negotiator. This ethereal’s name of wildflower became evident with his next sentence.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“What is your purpose here, Gue’La?” I have rarely been disrespected by my captives, even the Eldar have never shown me the disrespect that this Ethereal showed me that day. I replied harshly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“In your foul tongue, the correct term should be Gue’O, Aun’El Tau’n Li’Sun’Ye. In my elegant tongue, my name is Inquisitor Octavian Lars of the Ordo Malleus. And since you ask about my purpose, I shall gladly tell you. My purpose was to capture you and destroy the column heading towards the capital of Velterax III. Which leads on to my next question.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Which is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Don’t interrupt Ethereal! You are in the custody of the Imperial Inquisition and will speak when spoken to, no more. The question I was going to ask was, what was the purpose of your column’s advance?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“I shall not tell one as unworthy as yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“If that is so, I shall have to find out using better methods than are available here. Karazak, vox Marcus and tell him to start the shuttle’s engines and help me move the captive.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">We locked him in one of the shuttle’s prison cells, gave him enough sustenance to last the two week journey to my base of operations in the upper spires of Hive Hyperion. My self and Karazak inspected the troops in their sleeping quarters. As it turned out, of the five Devils taken out of action, three would fight again, one was badly wounded, and would be stuck with desk duty, but only one; Lorenzo had been killed outright. He had taken several pulse wounds to the chest, but he kept fighting, according to the Devil who had been beside him when he had been killed. He had charged, grievously injured, wielding his empty bolter as a club and hacking and slashing with his long Catachan warknife. The final blow had come from a Tau squad leader’s knife at the same moment that Lorenzo had stabbed him with his own knife. They had gone down together. All of us departed to our sleeping quarters for the night before the long journey back to base.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">When we got back, my servants had redeyed my Inquisitorial Mansion for my arrival. A cell in the basement had been prepared for the Ethereal and a safe return banquet had been laid out for my arrival. I decided to allow the Ethereal a night of luxury and he was allowed to dine with us. My Tau language tutor helped prepare some Tau dishes for him. Other members of my staff were distrusting of him due to him being xeno, but many of them enjoyed the Tau culture themed food so I decided that Tau food would become a meal for special occasions. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">After the great banquet, the Aun’El was escorted to his spartan, but comfortable cell. It was furnished with a simple bed, a toilet, a shower and a small desk. The room was also well lit, it was also the room I would be questioning him in. Confident he was settled and unable to escape, I retired to my study to examine the chainsword I had killed so many fire warriors with. After a quick examination, I had found many clues to it’s origin. The first one I spotted was the mark of the Inquisition, embossed on the casing of the blade. It had to belong to an inquisitor or one of his staff. My long time rival and Tau supporter, Inquisitor Ostrek would never use a chainsword. Gut instinct is often frowned upon within the ranks of my fellow inquisitors, though I often go with my instincts when there are no other clues available. I had run a quick search of all inquisitors active in that area. There was a total of twenty four Inquisitorial missions to the Iron Dune where I had found the chainsword. This was where gut instinct came in. In many cases, chainswords are often wielded by Monodominant Inquisitors and the followers for reasons I can never quite grasp. I then looked further into make and model, date of production, location of production. Eventually, well into the week, I had a name. Inquisitor Tannen von Hausing. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-24922788554182079572011-06-01T23:02:00.000-07:002011-06-01T23:03:21.412-07:00Insertion Zone part 3<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">While deep in thought on those topics, my vox bead made a sudden ping and I was startled. Captain Grant had ntel for me; I accepted the message.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Inquisitor, my veteran assault team have located the Ethereal. What are our orders. Over”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Pin him down and wait for my presence. Devils will accompany. I repeat, Devils will acompany. Over”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Received and understood. Over and out”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">I switched the vox bead to the devil’s frequency and ordered them to 56-Gamma and wait for further orders. I also noted from the HUD implanted in my retina that there were eight Devils remaining and twenty-seven PDF including the Captain.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">I sprinted as fast as my bionic assisted leg would allow whilst reloading <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Banisher. </i>A chime originating from the scabbard buckled tightly to my back alerted me to the fact that the power sword was recharged and ready for use. I stowed the crude chainsword on my belt for examination of the unholy symbols etched onto the casing and drew my power sword and thumbed the activation rune. A chainsword is a weapon of brute strength, carnage and mayhem. It does not have the same finesse as a power sword. Whenever I can, I use my power sword, to me, a chainsword symbolises chaos in this galaxy. I was still running, pulse weapons fire and the crack of lasguns could be heard in the distance. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">The Devils had been waiting for several minutes looking phased, which in war makes a great difference. There was a local landmark at 56-Gamma, often known as the Iron Dune, the Mountain of Living Metal as well as other less savoury names. I surveyed the Devils; they were scarred and battered, but they were not phased by injury. They were phased by the death of Lorenzo who was respected by all. The Devils do not show emotion normally. The death of Lorenzo had shaken them badly, they wanted vengeance in his name. The Devils also rarely tire so they were ready for the run to the zone where Grant and his PDF were engaging Tau forces. All we had to do was follow our ears.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">When we got there; there were still many Tau still to be taken out and we were determined to do it quickly. Our presence was announced by the traditional warcry of Catachan, as well as the roar of bolters and the sharp crack of hellguns. I was a blur. Shooting three Tau through the head with the heavy man-stopper rounds then cut a bloody swathe of silent death with the power sword. Karazak was already engaged in a vicious knot of Tau and dealing with them using his heavy energised claw and his stubber pistol. The remaining Devils were equally destructive and soon the Tau were fleeting the sight of us. Grant came out to meet us. What I like about Captain Thomas Grant is that when giving situation assessments, he gives me the necessary detail quickly and efficiently which makes things so much easier for a commanding officer like myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“We have trapped the Ethereal in a steep walled ravine to the East. There are several elite men watching him. He will not attempt escape as he knows any attempt will be fatal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Thank you Captain, I wish to make a short interrogation before we escort the Ethereal back to my HQ in Hive Hyperion.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“As you wish Inquisitor.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Order your men to return to the dropships, the situation can be handled by the Devils from here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Any other wishes before our departure.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">“Yes. I ask you to collect all the injured soldiers, Imperial and Tau. Take the dead from both sides. All fought with honour and shall receive what they deserve. Leave the Devils, myself and the remainder shall collect them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;"> “As you wish. An Imperial Inquisitor knows what he is doing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">Grant made the sign of the Aquila and departed and resumed ordering his men around.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">After the final assault, there were seven Devils, Karazak and myself left in a comat ready state. I ordered four of the to find the injured and dead bodies of the Devils from the battlefield. Karazak and the other three Devils to accompany me to the Ethereal. All were to rendezvous at 56-Gamma with the shuttle after completing our tasks. We passed the PDF guards and I ordered them back to the dropships and the three Devils took their place, watching the Ethereal. Myself and Karazak confronted the Ethereal. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">My vox bead pinged in my ear, Karazak was in trouble. I spotted him, surrounded by Tau fire warriors, but he was going to be overwhelmed. I shot one, holstered my revolver and charged in, drawing my power sword as I ran. My impact knocked one to the floor and I brought the sword round in a great arc to remove another’s head. The next thing I knew was a great explosion of pain in my side as one of the Tau, obviously a soldier of distinguished achievement stabbed his ritual knife into one of the few cracks in my carapace armour breastplate. Instinctively, I brought the pommel of my sword into contact with his face. He fell, dazed. I then delivered the killing blow with the ring mounted laser emitter. Karazak was now free and hunting for new targets. I was doing likewise and considered how combat “felt”. I loved the “zone”, the adrenalin rush, the extreme levels of hormones stimulating your reaction times and thought processing. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">I was snapped out of my daydream when I saw Lorenzo, a distinguished Devil who had served me for well over 10 years. That was longer than anyone except Karazak and I had to do something in an act of vengeance for him. I butchered my way through several of the tau soldiers and caught a glimpse of the primary target. The commander of the column was a so called “Ethereal”, one of the rulers of their Empire. About ten Veltraxian troopers were down already. One of the column’s elite soldiers, mounted in a battlesuit charged towards me. He didn’t even get five of their gargantuan paces before his vital circuits were destroyed by a casual flick of my right hand and a intense ray of heat from the inferno pistol mounted on a ring on my right hand. I charged into the fray once more, with the litanies of hate on my lips, but I cut through one before the inevitable happened.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">My power sword had run out of charge. I dodged a swipe from the butt of a tau rifle, stooped low and sheathed my sword. I leaned backwards to dodge another strike. I spotted a chainsword in the corner of my eye. With the red mist descending and a glint in my eye, I backed out of the fight and sprinted, ducking low and grabbed the hefty chainblade with both hands and charged. From the moment the sword made contact with the tau’s flesh, the rapidly rotating chain teeth were splattering the blue blood and gore from the tau soldiers all over me. It was then I looked down at the puddle of blue blood and what I saw shocked me. I was no longer Octavian Lars, saviour of worlds, hero of the masses. I saw myself as an avatar of war, a purger of life. That was the path that led to destroying worlds because you could and summoning daemons. Eventually, that path led to heresy. That was not the Octavian Lars I wanted to become. After that glimpse of that path that led to heresy in that puddle, viewing the scarred, gore splattered persona of myself; I thought on Karazak, the major, the Devils as well as the common soldier. In the case of nearly all of them, they were only tasked with battle and training, they had little mental capacity to even think about the complex tasks of an Imperial Inquisitor. </span></div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-69942819797050704132011-05-30T23:55:00.000-07:002011-06-01T03:47:07.516-07:00Insertion Zone part 1This is a piece of ongoing fiction about the exploits of Inquisitor Octavian Lars in the year <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">M42 031, 35 years from when his current adventures are set.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;">An excerpt from the log of Inquisitor Octavian Lars, M42 031</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Were’re going in hot Octavian” came my pilot Marcus Flavius over the intervox. Marcus was a skilled fair haired pilot I had met on Sternum II, that was all he could do due to a leg condition that made both his real legs rot and bionics short out; so he stuck with a grav chair and voice recognition. Aside from my bodyguard Karazak Johnson, he was one of my most trusted servants. Anyway, all of this made little or no difference as I cut the main lights and engaged combat lighting. We were inserting into the mistd of the desert on the continent of Atlas at the head of a PDF strike team. Our target was a Tau infantry column that was heading straight for the sprawling hab spires Hive Hyperion. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The Handpicked team in my shuttle had been searching for several weeks for this column with our superior sensor arrays; we were now ready to call in the cavalry. The troops in my shuttle were; myself, Karazak (who was also the major (CO)in my Catachan bodyguard corps, the Devils), 12 devils and enough combat trucks to see us into battle. The PDF contingent consisted of 50 men in Thunderstorm transports, the equivalent of the bulky armoured chimera transports on VTOL jets led by my former assistant the now captain in the PDF; Thomas Grant. Of all the PDFs I have seen (I have never seen the far superior Cadian Interior Guard in my life), the Velteraxians are by far the most disciplined and drilled. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">My gunner, Minerva Flavius reported contacts and alerted us to imminent landing. Minerva was Marcus’ wife and another trusted servant in my employ. She was tall, like most Sternum borns; dark haired as well as very, very confident. All of us were combat veterans, even more so than the veteran battalion of PDF that Captain Grant’s contingent had come from. The Devils were hand picked for resourcefulness, courage and loyalty. All<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>applicants went through a grueling training regime, live fire exercises and often fatal drills, these were men who had been through hell and back. War was all they lived for. Inside the shuttle we were checking kit and I was addressing the last minute briefing. I quickly scanned my trusty revolver for faults, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Banisher</i> was flawless. I quickly loaded 6 heavy man stopper rounds for getting through the Tau combat armour. I had a glimpse round, Karazak was checking his bionic power claw and the Devils were checking their elite kit; hellguns, shotguns, shock knives bolters etc. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Captain Grant came though on the medium range vox </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Ready when you are Inquisitor, Storm Squadron standing by. Over”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Copy that, Captain. Over.” I replied.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Recieved and understood. Over.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Starting run Storm Squadron. Over.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“The Emperor protects. Over and Out.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Start the run Marcus,” I called on the Intervox.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">All I could hear was the whine of the shuttle’s jet motors, the blood in my ears and the chatter of autocannon fire. Then the ramp came down. And then all hell broke loose.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<img height="240" src="http://i1119.photobucket.com/albums/k623/Ralai225/Imperial%20Guard/th_P1000095.jpg?t=1306824688" width="320" />Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-14664854230660823202011-05-16T23:16:00.000-07:002011-05-16T23:16:46.324-07:00Fury from the JungleThis is my super heavy tank a got a few years ago,<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The Jungle Fury</span><br />
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Having lived most of his life in the depths of Hive Posieden on Ryza Secondus, Carter was engaged in several gang wars, illeagal drug dealing and addictions. By the age of 34 he was the biggest crime lord in the hive, so he fled the Ryza system after several atempts on his life, both by rival gangers and local Arbites Enforcers and hired out his services as a gunslinger and so lived the life of a bounty hunter. In the time scince his departure, he has become dependant on the drugs and stimms from the hive and these have had a great effect on his features and general demeanour. At the present time, he has been hired by the possesed Magos Volta Electron and serves him in his daemon’s foul schemes.<br />
Carter is Right handed<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Equipment: Pump action combat shotgun with 3 reloads, 10 scatter shells, 5 inferno shells, 3 expanders and range finder, stubber with reload and 7 dum-dum shells, auto pistol with 4 reloads and 15 flechette rounds, flak armour on all locations except head, 1 gas genade with bloodfire toxin, 2 blind grenades, 1 frag grenade, Injector with 5 doses of barrage, 3 doses of ‘slaught, 1 dose of spook and 2 doses of reflex, inhaler with 6 doses of psykon.<br />
Special Abilities: wyrd-distracton, hipshooting, gunfighter, fast draw, quickload <br />
Special Rules: Drug Addict <br />
Expanders: 2D6 +2 damage with the effects of dum-dums and man stoppers.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Drug Addict: Due to his extensive drug use, if Carter goes for a full 5 turns without using a drug, he must take a Wp test, if passed he suffers withdrawral symtoms and adds D6 to his injury total, if he fails he must randomly administer a drug from his remaining stash following the table below.<br />
D10 result (if Carter has no more of the rolled drug left then increase or decrease the D10 score by the minimum number to reach a drug he as supplies of).<br />
1-2 Psykon <br />
3-4 Reflex <br />
5-6 Spook <br />
7-8 Barrage <br />
9-0 ‘Slaught <br />
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</div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 27.55pt;" valign="top" width="37"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">WS<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 27.75pt;" valign="top" width="37"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">BS<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">S<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 26.05pt;" valign="top" width="35"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">T<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">I<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 26.95pt;" valign="top" width="36"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Wp<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.9pt;" valign="top" width="32"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Sg<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 24.85pt;" valign="top" width="33"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Nv<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Ld<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
<tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 1; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border-top: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 42.25pt;" valign="top" width="56"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Carter<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 27.55pt;" valign="top" width="37"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">51<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 27.75pt;" valign="top" width="37"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">63<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">57<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 26.05pt;" valign="top" width="35"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">42<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">62<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 26.95pt;" valign="top" width="36"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">31<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.9pt;" valign="top" width="32"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">27<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 24.85pt;" valign="top" width="33"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">59<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">48<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><img src="http://i1119.photobucket.com/albums/k623/Ralai225/inquisitor/th_P1000085.jpg?t=1305482657" /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://i1119.photobucket.com/albums/k623/Ralai225/inquisitor/P1000086.jpg">Carter 1</a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://s1119.photobucket.com/albums/k623/Ralai225/inquisitor/?action=view&current=P1000087.jpg">Carter 2</a></div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-76513804248695632192011-05-14T10:26:00.000-07:002011-05-14T10:26:32.651-07:00The history of Velterax III part 3<div class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">The Horus Heresy<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">During this period of great turmoil for the imperium, Velterax was to reach it’s most war-filled period to date as a strike force of corrupted Sons of Horus reinstated themselves from the warp after a 2 day jump from Danter Gamma from the Carathax sector, a jump that should have taken 4 months. Fortunately, the newly raised Velterax PDF and Ultramarine Garrison. Fortunately they drove off the invaders and an Ultramarines strike force led by the Battlebarge Ceaser. Though sheduled to be engaged for 9 months including combat time was back within 2 weeks. This was a sure sign of a warp slipstream, and the reports from the navigators on the Ceaser commented about the currents being so easy to navigate that great warp speeds could be achieved as well as the actual warp distance being comparatively short. This discovery made Velterax a prize target for raiders of all races, And also the whole Velterax System was converted to a major warp travel going both to and from from the Carathax Sector.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-2043542066235742102011-05-13T11:17:00.000-07:002011-09-30T12:05:55.990-07:00Inquisitor Octavian Lars<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Inquisitor Octavian Lars of the Ordo Malleus<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Born on the planet Catachan a fierce world of hardy warriors that specialise in jungle warfare and son of the famous Colonel Griess of the Catachan 2nd regiment and taken to the Schola Progenium on Volag Nok by Lord Commissar von Carstien. As a son of Catachan he excelled in combat situations as expected and bonded well with a fellow Catachan named Karazak Johnson, but what surprised all of his peers and assistants was his willingness to learn and focussed hard on his studies. His areas of focus for learning was small squad combat and weapon studies. On the training field he excelled in close combat he also made a proficient marksman with his favourite revolver nicknamed “Banisher”. Another talent he developed on combat situations was in commanding his soldiers with great efficiency even in the thick of combat. This ability soon swelled to a level where he could command all of the cadets in the Progenium and beat an equal number of staff in pitched battle. A quirk of being Catachan was a sense of kinship with his men (especialy Karazak as they were now almost inseperable) and a sense of duty and as such he led from the front more often than not. When the time of graduation came at the age of 22 his studies and abilities in the field had made him the perfect recruit for the daemon hunters of the Ordo Malleus and became a member of the Inquisition. Since joining them he has risen through the acolyte stage while showing progress in anti-deamon studies to a prominent position, at the age of 58 he is an inquisitor held in high esteem and already roumers of his diligance have spred back to Catachan. Even now, he still uses the revolver he learned to shoot with. Although capable of leading huge armies he prefers to fight a secret war with his veteran warband, including the Arco Flagellant Greengo 268R, given to him as a gift from the Ordo Hereticus after commanding a combined army of Battle Sisters and Grey Knights after the battle sisters’ commander (Witch Hunter Dictatus) was assassinated by daemons of Slanesh. At the current time he is currently fighting a secret campaign against a Renegade Magos of the Dark Mechanium and his warrior band.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
Octavian Lars is right handed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
Equipment: Throwing knife, power sword, revolver with 16 shells, 4 dum-dums and 2 man stoppers, Carapace Armour on chest, abdomen and groin , mesh armour on all limbs, digital las pistol in left hand and digital inferno pistol in right hand, inhaler with 8 doses of De-Tox and 1 dose of reflex, Average right bionic leg, 1 psyk-out grenade, 2 photon flash grenades and 2 frag grenades, motion tracker auspex on right shoulder (if Octavian Lars takes an acute damage result, the auspex is destroyed).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
Special Abilities: Leader, Quickload, Fast Draw.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<tr style="mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0;"> <td style="border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 54.85pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 28.55pt;" valign="top" width="38"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">WS<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 24.5pt;" valign="top" width="33"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">BS<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 25.1pt;" valign="top" width="33"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">S<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">T<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 26.05pt;" valign="top" width="35"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 1.0cm;" valign="top" width="38"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wp<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.9pt;" valign="top" width="32"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Sg<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 25.7pt;" valign="top" width="34"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Nv<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-left: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Ld<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
<tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 1; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border-top: none; border: solid black 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 54.85pt;" valign="top" width="73"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Octavian<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 28.55pt;" valign="top" width="38"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">72<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 24.5pt;" valign="top" width="33"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">79<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 25.1pt;" valign="top" width="33"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">69<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">67<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 26.05pt;" valign="top" width="35"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">71<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 1.0cm;" valign="top" width="38"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">68<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.9pt;" valign="top" width="32"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">73<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 25.7pt;" valign="top" width="34"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">87<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid black 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid black 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: text1; mso-border-left-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: text1; mso-border-right-themecolor: text1; mso-border-themecolor: text1; mso-border-top-alt: solid black .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: text1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 23.55pt;" valign="top" width="31"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">78<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><img height="240" src="http://i1119.photobucket.com/albums/k623/Ralai225/inquisitor/P1000031.jpg?t=1305362524" width="320" /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-13805036202674996432011-05-13T11:15:00.000-07:002011-05-13T11:15:02.617-07:00The history of Velterax III part 2<div class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">The Great Crusade<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">During the Great Crusade, even more turmoil was destined for Velterax as the Ultramarines Legion ploughed further into the eastern fringe, they stumbled uppon a world of oposites, Teeming life on one side and scatered colonys on the other. The first strike forces landed on the half teeming with poisonous lizards and were evacuated after several casualties. Robute Gulliman then decided in unanimous vote with his war council to procede with an enclosed area Exterminatus to destroy the Xeno taint. After the purge of thge poisonous lizards and the destruction of half a planet, leavng it unable to support life. The Ultramarines moved on to the other continents of 13-beta-8. There they encountered the Al Bhanshkav and Eldar colonies. At first, both were reluctant to comunicate with the Ultramaries and their enterage, though the Al Bhanskav soon warmed to the prospect of great trade in their exotic minerals. Soon after though the Al Bhanshkav started their millenia spanning gurilla war when the trading adepts arrived and took all the Azur Baronis for themselves as well as the Phosphor Beta. The Al Bhanshkav were labeled uncompliant, though no attempt to destroy them utterly has ever succeded. Meanwhile, the great machines of the adeptus mechanicum started to build the two great hives, Hyperion and Kronos to lead the newly christened Velterax III into a new age.</span></div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-27118427256020488412011-05-10T23:12:00.000-07:002011-05-13T11:15:41.308-07:00The history of Velterax III part 1<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">This is the first background piece I have written. Hope you enjoy it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">Before The Great Crusade<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
The planet that was to become Velterax was once a lush and verdent Eldar world named Nuaso Elradly was inhabited on 3 of it’s 5 continents as the other 2 are and were teaming with violent xeno that killed in sight with poison capable of killing an Eldar in a matter of milliseconds. The 3 inhabited continents were also populated by a violent and inteligent species known as the yneath to the Eldar and Rabid Inteligent Veltraxians (RIVs), the Eldar got on well with these creatures. Then came the inevitable fall of the Eldar race. With the birth of Slaanesh, many Eldar were killed in the explosion of warp energy the creation of a new entity has. Most of the rest were killed either in the planet’s death throes and it’s desertification and the hordes of deamons that killed all in their path. Those that survived were left devastated and st about the rebuilding of their world. In a bid for freedom, a nearby human colony ship, lost in the warp since the dark age of technology made landfall and called themselves the Al Bhanshkav, after their pilot who died of old age during landfall. These people lived off what they needed and lived as nomads for several centuries.</span></div>Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515198569307378195.post-83983433937816847722011-05-10T10:56:00.000-07:002011-05-13T10:55:25.532-07:00Introduction to the Velterax BlogI have recently started Inquisitor and I have also been playing 40K for a number of years (3) now. Recently I got hold of the planetary empires kit and felt I had to name the planet. In the end I called it Velterax 4, eventually (after I started inquisitor) I changed it to Velterax 3. Also I decided I would need to create a back-story for it. I have adapted the story to fit my gaming group as well as my armies. This blog will document the current goings on on Velterax as well as its history.Octavian Larshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10770727316132500520noreply@blogger.com0