Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141003150859/@comment-6078851-20141004145542

OOC: continuation yay :) welcome back badass.

as everyone was pulling themselves together Darius ran past Garion to aid Tychus, and still Garion didn't move, his mind being besieged with recriminations from the image of Asmodai.

"give it up Garion, for you cannot fulfill your purpose as you are. you are beset with doubt, doubt in your abiity, doubt in your convictions, doubt in your chapter, and you are right to doubt - your ability has failed you, monumentally, your convictions have failed you, and your chapter has failed you with the continuous lies they have told you...."

Garion had remained motionless as Darius helped Tychus, as Orphius kept his keen eyes open for further threats, and as Anax helped to tend to Rulius. he had remained so still that he was starting to draw concerned looks from the gaurdsmen.

IM *why do you say such things? you are repeating the very same words said to me by that traitorous marine, just before i killed him.*

Asmodai, "i say such things because he saw the truth, the truth that your beloved chapter keeps secret from everyone including their own brothers, secrets which would condemn them to death. and he was like you Garion, weak, but he sought strength from patrons who could give him strength. you saw what he could do, you saw him kill every member of your squad and every member, bar one, of the space wolves squad and then he nearly killed you and the remaining space wolf with no weapons. and you killed him only by being lucky!"

as these words echoed in Garion's head he could remember vividly the events in which he killed a marine who appered to be a dark angel who was deriding the emperor and all his noble goals and achievements. he could still smell the rank odour of death in the cavern where he faced the traitor, the odour seeming to emanate from the marine himself...

(flashback) the campaign was simply crushing a cult dedicated to dark gods, an easy operation but after chasing down a large group of heretics to a cave system things became a blur: the group of cultists had stood their ground around what appeared to be an astartes in dark angel armour. but while the cultists were no challenge to deal with the astartes in their ranks was. moving almost faster than anyone could see he had killed 8 astartes, 4 dark angels and 4 space wolves, with only his taloned hands!

with everyone in the cavern dead besides the traitor, Garion, and a lone space wolf, Garion could hear him hissing his derision towards the space wolf. he had held the space wolf off the ground with one hand, and appeared to conjure a ball of light in his other before delivering an open-handed thrust, which sent the space wolf, howling in a bestial manner, careening into a wall. as he tried to get to his feet Garion could see that the space wolf's face had actually started to look like a wolf: hair visibly growing around his face and mouth, a mouth that appeared to be elongating, looking somewhat like a muzzle!

as this was happening the traitor had turned his attention on Garion and was mocking his beliefs, convictions, and purpose. such mocking Garion had heard many times from many people, always right before being brought into compliance or being destroyed. but coming from a Dark Angel who had turned his back on the imperium and his battle-brothers this mocking pierced Garion to his soul. unbeknownst to Garion this 'piercing' is what allowed the kernel of disbelief and suspicion to take root, and grow, within him. Garion, still laying on the floor from where he was initially knocked, fired is bolter and was dismayed by how far off the shot had been, and laughing the traitor kicked the bolter out of Garion's hands before another shot could be fired.

taking hold of Garion's helm-less head in one talon, the traitor spoke in a sibilant whisper, "where is your emperor now? look at me! you think you have power? you think he has power? and yet i only achieved real power when i turned my back on him! look at you, unable even to defend yourself! pathetic astartes!! oh how i lament the years i was chained to the imperium, so much knowledge denied because of the emperor's pathetic and petty vision! but you don't have to stay chained, chained by you own volition, by your own myopia, chained by ..oomph!!.."

as he talked the space wolf had completed his warp-forced metamorphosis and had barrelled into the traitor at full speed (he got caught monologuing :P). as soon as the weight was lifted from Garion the spell he was under broke, and immediately he was on his feet and aiming his bolt pistols at the melee. as the cavern was dark and the melee intense Garion couldn't be sure but he thought he could see two pairs of talons! suddenly the space wolf was thrown a great distance leaving a clear view at the traitor, and despite his speed every round from both mags found their mark. if the mags were larger more would have hit as garion was continually pulling the triggers, the dry clicks eventually registering, and he lowered his aim. as he did he also became aware of a deep, and very bestial, growling coming from the space wolf's direction. turning to the sound, feeling spiritually, intellectually and emotionally bereft, Garion was met with the lunging attack of what looked like, not an astartes but like a wolf in astartes armour! he had time to register the lupine muzzle, the teeth, the whiskers, the raging animal behind the eyes, and finally the talons as they made contact with Garion's face....

OOC: sorry for the length of this post but if we don't have long to go with the rp i thought i'd better share the origin of his problems in one go rather than stringing it out. and he's still just standing... staring.