Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130818133646/@comment-4948356-20130821000736

Anyway... Back with Avian and the others...

Avian Finally continues.

"My rage was replaced with sorrow, doubt, pain, loathing, and grief. I jumped down to my dying master... vulture was grinning a wide smile, having known I was there all along."

"My masters words were for me alone. But Vulture would still try to poison me..."

Flashback...

Eagle is holding his grandfather up from the ground... but he is already dead...

Vulture stands triumphant.... his words once more dripped with malice...

'You see little bird? It was easy. You have just killed a Chapter master... quite a feet for one so young. You have great potential... Join me... and I will feed that power of yours even further..."

Eagle is Silent... Until finally he stands... taking a rather lage sccabard from his dead master. He takes the hilt.

Vulture laughs...

"You really think you can draw that? HAH! Only those in service to the False god could raise that... and from the look of your actions... you most certianly are not..."

Eagle whispers "liar..."

"Oh but its the truth! You were meant to kill your master, meant to stand with me... But go on... see what happens... You will not eve be able to draw it... let alone swing it..."

Eagle is silent... but not his thoughts...

''Is he right? Am I no longer pure... am I really meant too...''

A new voice enters...

''NO! You are Eagle Avian! Decendant of the Sentinel! You CAN Draw that blade... SImply Feel... and let go...''

who...

no tim...

"How irratating."

Vulture then seeminly cuts off the voice.

"Now then... make your choice..."

Vulture remains open... so certain of his victory...

''let... go...''

Eagle calms himself...

He stands tall and grips the hilt.

"Hmpf... Then fail to draw it and accept your place..."

Eagle closes his eyes as he draws the shining blade a few inches...

"What..."

Befor Vulture can even react, he is suddenly hurtling throught the air before before hitting the pad... a Long, Deep, and bleeding wound now across his chest. A few meters more... and he would be in two pieces...

He Screams in Rage.

"HOW! HOW DO YOU WIELD IT! YOU ARE IMPURE! CORRUPT LIKE ME! IT CANNOT CHOSE YOU!"

Avian opens his now (right) White and (Left) Blue eyes.

"Because you are wrong Vulture..."

The Blade Crackels with blue and white lighting and shines a pure white light... but it is not a powerfield... similar to Vultures...

Avian is suddenly behind Vulture, who loses his left shoulder plate when avian Swings down.

But Vulture, having recovered from the initial shock, makes a counter, slashing at avians head.

In an instant, Avian's Blade locks with Vultures.

Vulture speaks once more...

"So... this is how it is decided eh? It has been nearly several million millenia since these ancient blades were locked, huh? Armarathil and Angelion... LET US SEE WHO IS GREATER!"

In Avians head, he is contacted once more by the voice.

''If you can keep him occupied, we can end Vulture's threat. Hold out for as long as you can.''

And so he did.

The battle raged endlessly for nearly a full week... Almost leveling the Citadel in the process. For what Avian lacked in pure power, he made up for with speed. like a lighting bolt, he dodged, weaved, and attacked when he could.

The battle's reached its apex when the two found each other at the highest point. A Sacred arena upon the tallest tower of the citadel, where The Sentinel had once beaten several primarchs, one vs all.

Avian was battered and torn. His Scout armor barely recognizable anymore, just torn up and twisted metal. A long and fresh Scar ran from his right temple, down through his eye, and stopping at his chin.

Vulture was far worse. His Blood was everywear, his armor almost completely gone, save a piece or two.

Suddenly, Tendrils shot out from the sky. Both looked up to see a large warp portal, glowing brightly in the early morning sun.

Vulture is grabbed and cannont do anything to save himself. He looks at Eagle once more...

"I... will... return... Eagle... My Nephew... and you will die here... That I Promise to you..."

Vulture is then taken into the Portal, and it winks out of existance.

Avain sheaths the blade... his white eye turns blue, save two small slits that are in line with the scar.

He then blacks out...

Severak weeks later, Avian wakes to a new Grandmaster, who tells him that his battle with vulture must remain secret. The official story would be that Roc fought him during that time, but died, along with the 1679 libarians that pulled vulture into the warp. Avian would be allowed to keep the blade.

Flashback ends

"We do not know what became of Vulture... but it is apparant he had survived and built an army. We do not know how... but he may be coming with an even larger army this time. I do not believe the sentinels can hold their own against him this time though... for he has become far more powerful."

"You may also be wondering about the blade he wields... Armarathil... That blade is an emensely strong evil, for it is an ancient blade made possibly long before the dark age of technology. I t is know as a jud...."

I am interupted by another shadow Elysian.

"Sir...Their on the move..."

"I see"

The trooper again disappears and I rise.

"I suggest we all prepare for battle. Orbital Defense line Hotel (Something around 500,000 kilometers away from the planet) has just been crossed. I suggest you all prepare for battle immediatly."

I rise from my chair and leave the room.