Curiinikrak, Segmentum. Terrian - Hellscape.
The air was made of stiff, burning ash. With a hint of blood. The skys were extremly red, as always. the scent just made the Khorn followers even more riled, he thought. Chapter Hounor Guard Freiud of the Blood Ravens Chapter was being dragged on a fleshy rotten floor by two strange, unknown species of deamon. They occasionly screeched into his ear and shoved him, but it was becoming a routien. He could start to hear the yelps and howls of the Blood Leigon of Khorn Leigon gathered in a large stadium, ment for sacrifices to the Heretic Blood God. He almost wept at the thought of dieing alone as a plaything to the bloodthirsty bafoons of Chaos. His master crafted armour was burnt, so he was givin rags and some type of "Bloodworm," that gave him pain every step. He was eventully dragged out to the stadiums center and placed on a large slate and chained. A masked figure walked up to him with a ceremonial knife. He knew he was to die. He attemped to scream his final shout, wanting to curse the foul followers, but the worm has already made it to his throught and was feeding on his vocals. He instead gave out a loud gurgle that the followers laughed at. A over-exited Bezerker ran out from the stadiums and slammed his Chainaxe at him, severly wounding him. The foul stenched man mearly casted a deamonic ball at the awall idiot, burning him to dust. But he had already got the whiff of blood. He quickly slammed the dagger into his heart. his vision faded. He couldent breath. It seemed all over for him...
Above Curiinikrak.. on the battle barge Heroic
The entire company of sternguard said thier prays to the emperor in the ships bay. They equiped themselves with thier mighty bolters and buzzing chainswords, readying themselves for thier mission. The Sternguard played the Chapter Masters mission over and over in his head - Brother Guard Freiud Gernivalus has been captured by the foul warriors of the Blood Leigon of Khorn. The scum are also positioned on a very important relic of our Primarch, and the Emperor would be displeased if it was defieled. I have no doubt the 1st Company can purge this Blasphemistic and vile world? - He awaited the word to drop. He knew battle all too well, and he learned to love it. He even loved its scent. But he wouldent want to share it with the hordes of Chaos. No, he despised them most of all for killing thier Primarch. '1st Company, to your pods!' the loudspeaker howled, and they did...
Freiud awakened, still on a slate. But he wasent dead, and he wasent in the arena. He stared into a Bezerker who was staring at him. Thier eyes met, both burning with lust and hatred. Freiud cleared his throught, and relized the worm was either gone or dead wieght in his body. 'Let me go, heritic.' he rasped. The Bezerker responded with a loud laugh and went out of the small room. Freiud relized it was a former apothocary chamber, seeing chainswords and vile chaotic tools everywere. He wondered why he couldent feel his hands, and looksed over to find them smelted to the table. He treid to scream, but instead he coughed up blood, his throught still wounded. His legs and feet were completley gone, sawed off and probably used in a Chaos Apothicarys vile mutation somewere. He relized the chainsword used to cut him to shreads was next to him. he nudged over to it and picked it up with his teeth. The shame of capture was to great, and he planned to kill himself. But then, he heard the door open...
It was a Chaos Lord with the Mark of Nurgle.