Champion of Destiny
Through time each age's fate is decided not by the plight of millions, but the outcome of a duel. A single battle between light and darkness. One of these great battles is well known, as the fight between Warmaster Horus and the Emperor is the stuff of legend, but the battle before that was waged seven full millenia earlier, just previous to the age of strife.
Telah was a world where war had raged for five millenia, so much blood had been shed there that the very bedrock was the skeletons of the dead. Billions of warriors faught each other for supremecy of this benighted planet, it was a war for survival as Chaos was coming.
Zios, Champion of Chaos, scourge of the Galaxy was in the middle of bodies of the enemy piled around him well over a thousand deep. His black blade was covered the boiling blood of his victims. His lust for the blood of his enemies was not sated though He felt his nemesis on this world, the warrior whom his Dark Gods had sent him to kill. He smirked, his once black ceramite armour was now covered in crimson and his serrated hellblade was also. His armour had mutated spikes and horns and his blood red eyes burned with maleviolence. Wading through the blood that was waist deep around him he searched for the enemy who was worthy oh his dark attentions.
Taerall, the Champion of Destiny, roared his hatred to the disgusting worshippers of Chaos. He swung his warp blade left and right, each swing graced by an agonised screech and an arch of corrupted blood. How many had he killed on this damned world?
A hundred? A thousand? More? He hated killing anything but these... beasts where a blight on life and needed to be purged. A feeling of dread encompassed him as he felt a body of a cultist start to convulse, its body tearing itself apart in a welter of dark diseased blood. A daemon had took possetion of the man and it was now taking over his flesh. Its muscle structure reformed taking on diseased bulk, buboes and pustules covered its fast reforming flesh, its skin turned a rotten grey green colour. A blade of corrupted steel was in its tumor covered hand. The perverse daemon of Nurgle struck out, far faster than its bulk said it should. The attack was dodged easily by Taerall who used his speed to his advantage and struck back, cutting the plague daemons arm off at the elbow. It howled in agony but was silenced by the blade that cut its head from its shoulders.
A loud, appropriatly spaced arrogant clap echoed through the air after the daemon was destroyed. Taerall was immeadiately ready his weapon like a glowing star in the midst of all the carnage around him. Out of the piles of bodies stepped a defiled champion of the dark gods. With a huge sword in its sheath around his waist and terrible red eyes he would be a thing of nightmares to anything that saw him... anything that is apart from Taerall. The beast began to talk, its words were heavy with the poisened honey of corruption, "You must be the one my masters sent me to face.... Pathetic! Id have at least expected someone to be a threat to my lords." Taerall shook his head in disgust and replied. "You look at me as though you have already won Chaos worshipping scum! But I promise you in the name of destiny that I will be victorious at the end of the day." With that they charged at one and other, both swords clashed in a unfathomable burst of energy that flung everything but the two champions in a two mile radius away into the distance Taerall smashed Zios in the face, sending him into the ground and creating a small crater, Zios savagly swept out with his legs, catching Taerall behind the legs and taking him down to the floor. They both flipped onto thier feet and continued fighting, this battle continued for hours neither side making clear headway, the ground around them was wracked with earthquakes from the force of this titanic struggle of wills and the hate between the two was a palpable aura. They both bled from scores of gashes and Zios had lost an eye. Still they attacked each other, the fate of the Galaxy for the next age was in thier hands. Suddenly, with a flash of movement Zios lunged out, stabbing Taerall through the chest. The champion of Destinys eyes widened, hed failed now Zios had won and the galaxy would be plunged into Chaos for millennia.
Taeralls psycic deathscream pushed the weakened planet past its structural limits and the world began to come apart at the seams.
The first part to be destroyed was around the champion himself, and with his death a great chasm opened, casting Zios into the pits of hell he himself had a hand in creating. The Chaos Gods owned the galaxy now and they did not want thier formost champion turning on them.
But that was the past and a new age is coming, and new champions must be chosen, heros shall be found in the most unlikley places.
Through time each age's fate is decided not by the plight of millions, but the outcome of a duel. A single battle between light and darkness. One of these great battles is well known, as the fight between Warmaster Horus and the Emperor is the stuff of legend, but the battle before that was waged seven full millenia earlier, just previous to the age of strife.
Telah was a world where war had raged for five millenia, so much blood had been shed there that the very bedrock was the skeletons of the dead. Billions of warriors faught each other for supremecy of this benighted planet, it was a war for survival as Chaos was coming.
Zios, Champion of Chaos, scourge of the Galaxy was in the middle of bodies of the enemy piled around him well over a thousand deep. His black blade was covered the boiling blood of his victims. His lust for the blood of his enemies was not sated though He felt his nemesis on this world, the warrior whom his Dark Gods had sent him to kill. He smirked, his once black ceramite armour was now covered in crimson and his serrated hellblade was also. His armour had mutated spikes and horns and his blood red eyes burned with maleviolence. Wading through the blood that was waist deep around him he searched for the enemy who was worthy oh his dark attentions.
Taerall, the Champion of Destiny, roared his hatred to the disgusting worshippers of Chaos. He swung his warp blade left and right, each swing graced by an agonised screech and an arch of corrupted blood. How many had he killed on this damned world?
A hundred? A thousand? More? He hated killing anything but these... beasts where a blight on life and needed to be purged. A feeling of dread encompassed him as he felt a body of a cultist start to convulse, its body tearing itself apart in a welter of dark diseased blood. A daemon had took possetion of the man and it was now taking over his flesh. Its muscle structure reformed taking on diseased bulk, buboes and pustules covered its fast reforming flesh, its skin turned a rotten grey green colour. A blade of corrupted steel was in its tumor covered hand. The perverse daemon of Nurgle struck out, far faster than its bulk said it should. The attack was dodged easily by Taerall who used his speed to his advantage and struck back, cutting the plague daemons arm off at the elbow. It howled in agony but was silenced by the blade that cut its head from its shoulders.
A loud, appropriatly spaced arrogant clap echoed through the air after the daemon was destroyed. Taerall was immeadiately ready his weapon like a glowing star in the midst of all the carnage around him. Out of the piles of bodies stepped a defiled champion of the dark gods. With a huge sword in its sheath around his waist and terrible red eyes he would be a thing of nightmares to anything that saw him... anything that is apart from Taerall. The beast began to talk, its words were heavy with the poisened honey of corruption, "You must be the one my masters sent me to face.... Pathetic! Id have at least expected someone to be a threat to my lords." Taerall shook his head in disgust and replied. "You look at me as though you have already won Chaos worshipping scum! But I promise you in the name of destiny that I will be victorious at the end of the day." With that they charged at one and other, both swords clashed in a unfathomable burst of energy that flung everything but the two champions in a two mile radius away into the distance Taerall smashed Zios in the face, sending him into the ground and creating a small crater, Zios savagly swept out with his legs, catching Taerall behind the legs and taking him down to the floor. They both flipped onto thier feet and continued fighting, this battle continued for hours neither side making clear headway, the ground around them was wracked with earthquakes from the force of this titanic struggle of wills and the hate between the two was a palpable aura. They both bled from scores of gashes and Zios had lost an eye. Still they attacked each other, the fate of the Galaxy for the next age was in thier hands. Suddenly, with a flash of movement Zios lunged out, stabbing Taerall through the chest. The champion of Destinys eyes widened, hed failed now Zios had won and the galaxy would be plunged into Chaos for millennia.
Taeralls psycic deathscream pushed the weakened planet past its structural limits and the world began to come apart at the seams.
The first part to be destroyed was around the champion himself, and with his death a great chasm opened, casting Zios into the pits of hell he himself had a hand in creating. The Chaos Gods owned the galaxy now and they did not want thier formost champion turning on them.
But that was the past and a new age is coming, and new champions must be chosen, heros shall be found in the most unlikley places.