BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
A short tale of sacrifice and battle in the Warhammer 40,000 universe.
It was dusk. The Khornate warriors sat in a ring around the burning tree stump on the edge of the woods. A rustling came from behind them. Marlax, the squad's Aspiring Champion, loaded his bolt pistol and fired into the undergrowth. There was a terrible scream and another warrior ran into the forest to grab the 'corpse'. He came out and lay the half a Guardsman on the ground. He was still alive. His innards had begun to spill onto the floor and there was a trail of blood leading back into the bush. Marlax pondered for a while. He lit a torch, put out the stump and laid the body on it. More blood gushed out of the main blood vessels. Marlax took his small knife and cut open the poor Guardsman's chest cavity. He screamed,
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" before ripping out the heart with a single swipe. He squeezed it above his head and laughed maniacally as the blood flowed down his face. One of his comrades cut off the victim's head. A mass rustling was heard behind them. Suddenly a large squad of Crimson Fists charged through the bushes unleashing bolter shell after bolter shell. Marlax revved up his chainsword and dropped the Guard's heart. He cleaved away at the enemies but it was in vain. He kept hitting the hard casing of their ceramite armour. He finally found a weak spot in one of the marines and severed an arm. Blood flowed in a steady stream out of the wound. The marine fell over but just got back up again punched Marlax in the face. His nose was severly broken but he just yelled and dismembered his right leg and other arm. He let off a bolt pistol shot into the marines face and spat on the corpse. He saw another marine trudge out of the undergrowth. His face was exposed and he carried a meltagun. Marlax instantly dispatched a bolt and it ripped into his skull and out the other side, splashing brains and blood everywhere. He rammed a finger into anothers eye, only to quickly realise it was his own soldier. He took off yet another head spraying more blood all over the floor. Finally, he met his own demise. The Crimson Fists Veteran Sergeant hammered him in the back of the head with an excessivly large power fist. His brain was obliterated and blood splashed all over the tree trunks and floor. The almost pointless and uncalled for slaughter practically ended right there. The marines began to overpower the khornate warriors.
Meanwhile the Blood God, Khorne, decided to use the rare occasion to unleash hell on the marines. He saw the perfect daemon host to house his greater daemon of Khorne. About five minutes later the Guardsman's body exploded over the battle warriors splattering them with blood. The Greater Daemon of Khorne began to materialise. All hell broke loose. The Greater Daemon along with the help of two measly Khornate warriors slaughtered the remaining marines. The Veteran Sergeant didn't last long at all. The Greater Daemon stepped on his legs and the two Khornate warriors stabbed him in the head. Blood was everywhere. The Chaos forces disbanded and fled. By morning a Imperial Guard search party was sent to look for the missing marines. They found the forest soaked in blood and innards and corpses everywhere.
(c) Sauron Jr. (a.k.a. Samuel Smith) 15/11/2003
A short tale of sacrifice and battle in the Warhammer 40,000 universe.
It was dusk. The Khornate warriors sat in a ring around the burning tree stump on the edge of the woods. A rustling came from behind them. Marlax, the squad's Aspiring Champion, loaded his bolt pistol and fired into the undergrowth. There was a terrible scream and another warrior ran into the forest to grab the 'corpse'. He came out and lay the half a Guardsman on the ground. He was still alive. His innards had begun to spill onto the floor and there was a trail of blood leading back into the bush. Marlax pondered for a while. He lit a torch, put out the stump and laid the body on it. More blood gushed out of the main blood vessels. Marlax took his small knife and cut open the poor Guardsman's chest cavity. He screamed,
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" before ripping out the heart with a single swipe. He squeezed it above his head and laughed maniacally as the blood flowed down his face. One of his comrades cut off the victim's head. A mass rustling was heard behind them. Suddenly a large squad of Crimson Fists charged through the bushes unleashing bolter shell after bolter shell. Marlax revved up his chainsword and dropped the Guard's heart. He cleaved away at the enemies but it was in vain. He kept hitting the hard casing of their ceramite armour. He finally found a weak spot in one of the marines and severed an arm. Blood flowed in a steady stream out of the wound. The marine fell over but just got back up again punched Marlax in the face. His nose was severly broken but he just yelled and dismembered his right leg and other arm. He let off a bolt pistol shot into the marines face and spat on the corpse. He saw another marine trudge out of the undergrowth. His face was exposed and he carried a meltagun. Marlax instantly dispatched a bolt and it ripped into his skull and out the other side, splashing brains and blood everywhere. He rammed a finger into anothers eye, only to quickly realise it was his own soldier. He took off yet another head spraying more blood all over the floor. Finally, he met his own demise. The Crimson Fists Veteran Sergeant hammered him in the back of the head with an excessivly large power fist. His brain was obliterated and blood splashed all over the tree trunks and floor. The almost pointless and uncalled for slaughter practically ended right there. The marines began to overpower the khornate warriors.
Meanwhile the Blood God, Khorne, decided to use the rare occasion to unleash hell on the marines. He saw the perfect daemon host to house his greater daemon of Khorne. About five minutes later the Guardsman's body exploded over the battle warriors splattering them with blood. The Greater Daemon of Khorne began to materialise. All hell broke loose. The Greater Daemon along with the help of two measly Khornate warriors slaughtered the remaining marines. The Veteran Sergeant didn't last long at all. The Greater Daemon stepped on his legs and the two Khornate warriors stabbed him in the head. Blood was everywhere. The Chaos forces disbanded and fled. By morning a Imperial Guard search party was sent to look for the missing marines. They found the forest soaked in blood and innards and corpses everywhere.
(c) Sauron Jr. (a.k.a. Samuel Smith) 15/11/2003