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Episode 1: Chapter 1: Viancithorp, The Beginning
I crouched down beside the rock as it splintered over my head, clinking on my helmet.
My brother had shot that bolt, the bolt that was aimed at me. I raised my Bolt Pistol in front
of my chest and took a deep breath. I jumped up and ran left, firing at my brother to provide
cover for myself. He fired back as my bolts ripped up the ground around him. He stood dead still,
only moving his arm and fingers to fire at me. I reached the cover of a turned over Bike.
Its Combi-Bolter was still attached and had reserve bolts. I pushed against it as hard as I
could, gradually tipping it onto its wheels. The back tire was ripped off by my Brother's bolt.
I turned the handlebars on the Bike to face my Brother. I pulled the trigger and two bolts ripped
out of the barrel, one landing next to my Brother's leg, the other shot passed his head and he had
to jump side-ways to avoid it.
Good! If I could keep him moving with the Bike, I should be able to pick one shot of with my
Bolt Pistol.
He rolled to the right as another two bolts ripped out of the Combi-Bolter, tearing up the
ground to form a small crevice, the other bolt formed a crevice behind my Brother. I aimed
just behind him at the crevice.
If I place my shot right, it should collapse.
The bolts shot out of the barrel and hit the crevice behind my Brother, causing him to turn
around at the small avalanche behind him. The second bolt flew towards him; he turned around to meet
it. It hit him in the chest and a jumped backwards, landing on the pile of rocks behind him. I got
up and walked towards him, Bolt Pistol in hand and ready. I reached him and looked down at his
bleeding
body, disgust floating around in my stomach. He had foolishly betrayed me and the Emperor to
follow Horus,
who had been slain by the Emperor himself. He was my brother, yet he wasn't. The symbol of the Black Legion
was still evident, though faded with battle, on his shoulders. He was a follower of Abaddon the Despoiler and
had suffered for it. He will die for that, he will die for what he once believed in. The Despoiler's servants
suffered and were killed for it. I raised my Bolt Pistol and aimed it at his head. I nodded and pulled
the trigger. Blood splattered the rocks behind him and ran between them. Blood sprayed on my Blood Angels armour
and my Pistol. My Psyker blood flowed through my veins as I walked off to a new unit, my own being slain by my brothers.
My Brother fought with me and against me, this is the beginning of Viancithorp.
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It swirled around, circling the Battlefield. It held up It's Dark Blades in It's hands, ready to strike
when the time was right, wings poised and ready to speed off to the choice. It saw a unit of Blood Angels swarm over a single Bike, but It didn't care, all It needed was the right choice.
THERE!
Seven Space Marines were thrown back by a Blood Angel on his way to Chaos. His arms grew heavy and one morphed into a tentacle and it dropped his Bolt Pistol. He fell to his knees and wings painfully creeped out of his back. Blood dripped off his wings and tentacle, after being ripped from his body, through the bone It flew down with It's Dark Blades raised and It's mouth wide open in a bloodcurdling scream. The Marines turned around and started to shoot at It. It rolled right to avoid the bolts and dove down bellow a crevice for cover. It stuck It's Dark Blades in the dirt wall and cut a hole in it. It dived in as the Marines looked down the crevice.
First Mistake
They bent down to examine the crevice before walking away.
Second Mistake
It waited for a third, then It heard it. Six shots at the wall in front of him, in an attempt to cut It with shrapnel.
Third and final mistake
It drove It's Blades into the ground above it and dug It's way to the top. It heard one footstep on It's head and jumped up. It shot the Marine on top of it into the sky before slicing off a seconds head. It flew up and dived down at one and flew between his legs, slicing them off and causing him to fall to the ground in agony. It spun around and drove It's blades in his back and turned around to drive them in another's chest. One stepped forward and sliced down with his Chain Sword but hit nothing but air. He was knocked down from behind with the hilt of It's swords, driving through the armour. It flipped the swords around and shoved them through the holes in the armour. It flipped backwards and shoved the blades through the head of another and flipped the blades out, along with the head which landed in a puddle of blood. It turned around and saw the final Marine who's eyes glinted yellow behind the helmet. The Marine fired his Heavy Bolter and clipped It's wings, causing it to scream out in pain of the wound, but this only made it stronger. It danced left and right in an attempt to avoid the fire, it didn't work. It's left arm was blown off by the heavy Bolter while a unit of Blood Angels ran up to the top of a crevice and opened fire. It fell to the ground in pain, trying to charge at the Marine who had clipped It's wings. It stood up and charged. The Marine dropped his Heavy Bolter and picked up a Chain
Axe of Khorne and sliced off It's head.
This was the death of the first Viancithorp victim... Van-Hiah.
Episode 1: Chapter 1: Viancithorp, The Beginning
I crouched down beside the rock as it splintered over my head, clinking on my helmet.
My brother had shot that bolt, the bolt that was aimed at me. I raised my Bolt Pistol in front
of my chest and took a deep breath. I jumped up and ran left, firing at my brother to provide
cover for myself. He fired back as my bolts ripped up the ground around him. He stood dead still,
only moving his arm and fingers to fire at me. I reached the cover of a turned over Bike.
Its Combi-Bolter was still attached and had reserve bolts. I pushed against it as hard as I
could, gradually tipping it onto its wheels. The back tire was ripped off by my Brother's bolt.
I turned the handlebars on the Bike to face my Brother. I pulled the trigger and two bolts ripped
out of the barrel, one landing next to my Brother's leg, the other shot passed his head and he had
to jump side-ways to avoid it.
Good! If I could keep him moving with the Bike, I should be able to pick one shot of with my
Bolt Pistol.
He rolled to the right as another two bolts ripped out of the Combi-Bolter, tearing up the
ground to form a small crevice, the other bolt formed a crevice behind my Brother. I aimed
just behind him at the crevice.
If I place my shot right, it should collapse.
The bolts shot out of the barrel and hit the crevice behind my Brother, causing him to turn
around at the small avalanche behind him. The second bolt flew towards him; he turned around to meet
it. It hit him in the chest and a jumped backwards, landing on the pile of rocks behind him. I got
up and walked towards him, Bolt Pistol in hand and ready. I reached him and looked down at his
bleeding
body, disgust floating around in my stomach. He had foolishly betrayed me and the Emperor to
follow Horus,
who had been slain by the Emperor himself. He was my brother, yet he wasn't. The symbol of the Black Legion
was still evident, though faded with battle, on his shoulders. He was a follower of Abaddon the Despoiler and
had suffered for it. He will die for that, he will die for what he once believed in. The Despoiler's servants
suffered and were killed for it. I raised my Bolt Pistol and aimed it at his head. I nodded and pulled
the trigger. Blood splattered the rocks behind him and ran between them. Blood sprayed on my Blood Angels armour
and my Pistol. My Psyker blood flowed through my veins as I walked off to a new unit, my own being slain by my brothers.
My Brother fought with me and against me, this is the beginning of Viancithorp.
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It swirled around, circling the Battlefield. It held up It's Dark Blades in It's hands, ready to strike
when the time was right, wings poised and ready to speed off to the choice. It saw a unit of Blood Angels swarm over a single Bike, but It didn't care, all It needed was the right choice.
THERE!
Seven Space Marines were thrown back by a Blood Angel on his way to Chaos. His arms grew heavy and one morphed into a tentacle and it dropped his Bolt Pistol. He fell to his knees and wings painfully creeped out of his back. Blood dripped off his wings and tentacle, after being ripped from his body, through the bone It flew down with It's Dark Blades raised and It's mouth wide open in a bloodcurdling scream. The Marines turned around and started to shoot at It. It rolled right to avoid the bolts and dove down bellow a crevice for cover. It stuck It's Dark Blades in the dirt wall and cut a hole in it. It dived in as the Marines looked down the crevice.
First Mistake
They bent down to examine the crevice before walking away.
Second Mistake
It waited for a third, then It heard it. Six shots at the wall in front of him, in an attempt to cut It with shrapnel.
Third and final mistake
It drove It's Blades into the ground above it and dug It's way to the top. It heard one footstep on It's head and jumped up. It shot the Marine on top of it into the sky before slicing off a seconds head. It flew up and dived down at one and flew between his legs, slicing them off and causing him to fall to the ground in agony. It spun around and drove It's blades in his back and turned around to drive them in another's chest. One stepped forward and sliced down with his Chain Sword but hit nothing but air. He was knocked down from behind with the hilt of It's swords, driving through the armour. It flipped the swords around and shoved them through the holes in the armour. It flipped backwards and shoved the blades through the head of another and flipped the blades out, along with the head which landed in a puddle of blood. It turned around and saw the final Marine who's eyes glinted yellow behind the helmet. The Marine fired his Heavy Bolter and clipped It's wings, causing it to scream out in pain of the wound, but this only made it stronger. It danced left and right in an attempt to avoid the fire, it didn't work. It's left arm was blown off by the heavy Bolter while a unit of Blood Angels ran up to the top of a crevice and opened fire. It fell to the ground in pain, trying to charge at the Marine who had clipped It's wings. It stood up and charged. The Marine dropped his Heavy Bolter and picked up a Chain
Axe of Khorne and sliced off It's head.
This was the death of the first Viancithorp victim... Van-Hiah.