The Defence of Malfurion Prime (Daemonhunters 40K, eng)

[Tylran]

The silent humming of generator providing energy to the teleportation pads in the Grey Knight's Battlebarge filled the Brother Baroc's mind with tranquility. It was this sound that helped him to concentrate on the battle to come. His Terminator armour let a silent clang when he kneeled to pray for the Divine Emperor. After praying and chanting for a while, the pressured doors opened and Grand Master Oralion entered the teleportation chamber. Without a word the rest of the Terminators took their places on the plates that were going to send them to fight their hated foes, the Daemons.

Baroc looked around him and saw all his Battle-brothers right next to him. They were all shimmering because of their purity and psychic energy that they had deep in their souls. Baroc knew that he looked just like them, armour shining and purity seals flapping when he moved.
"Alright! Let us go to battle once more and bring victory to the Emperor!" said the Grand Master in the comm-link. "This day will be a day of defeat to the Daemons!"

At the same time the generator started to feed energy to the teleportation pads. Soon their enemies would know the wrath of ten-man Terminator squad.
"Coordinates locked in, beacon found", heard Baroc from his comm-link. "Ready for teleporting, go!"
Just before the teleporters activated, Baroc concentrated his psychic energy to his Nemesis Force weapon. Then the world disappeared in a purple void. Sickly pulses of purple filled the sights of Baroc's helmet for a split-second, before he materialised on the planet of Malfurion Prime.

The air was filled with smoke and lasblasts, as the local Imperial Guard garrison fought hard against their pursuers. Instantly Baroc gazed around him. The homer was dropped too far from the frontline. Battle was raging 70 meters away from them. "Alright, move out Knights!" came orders from his comm-link. The Terminators led by the Grand Master Orelius started to advance towards their enemies. A small group of Grey Knights were fighting desperately against a horde of Daemons consisting of Bloodletters and Daemonettes. The blue fires of the Incinerator burned the unholy skin of Daemons, sending the fouls creatures back to Warp.

Just when they were reaching the lines, Baroc noticed a small flicker in thin air right next to them.
"Materialising Daemons at my direction", he said in his comm-link, and the squad gathered around him, their stormbolters directed at the opening Warp-rift. At the second the rift opened, the first Daemons leaped out of the Warp into the soil of Malfurion Prime. "Fire at will", came the orders, and eleven stormbolters opened fire, blessed bolts tearing to the flesh of Daemons. The Daemons, Bloodletters it seemed, exploded and vanished into the thin air. Behind the Warp-creatures the Warp/real-space gap widened, showing the nightmarish realm of Khorne. Rivers of boiling blood flowed there, and flying skulls and horrific sreams filled the air.

For Baroc that sight mattered not, as he had other things in his mind. The Daemons poured through the opening in numbers, and started to charge at the Terminators. "For the Emperor!" shouted Baroc, and swung his Nemesis Force weapon at his first assailant. The Bloodletter exploded and vanished. By that time Baroc was already dueling against his next foe, parrying the Daemons sword and swinging his own weapon in wide arc, slaying two more Daemons. At his left Brother Xanver fired his wrist-mounted Incinerator, and stabbing a Daemon at the same time. "Brothers, unite!" came the call from the Grand Master. Instantly Baroc channeled his psychic energy to Grand Master. In a second the very air around them ignited, burning the Daemons. For a second Baroc felt a hungering maw at his mind, but it soon ended. As the last of the Bloodletters vanished, the world felt like going upside down.

For his horror, Baroc witnessed as a gigantic Bloodthirster materialised in the universe. "Klar'Gorath! Fire at will!" shouted Oralius, and charged the mighty beast. The Terminators followed as one, knowing that the Grand Master was able to weaken the Greater Daemon by knowing it's true name. The Bloodthirster let out a howl and swung it's mighty axe towards the charging Oralius. Oralius dodged and slashed his Force Weapon at the Daemon. Greater Daemon blocked and stabbed in an instant, hitting Oralius at left shoulder and wounding him. By that time the Terminators had surrounded the mighty Greater Daemon, firing their bolters and cutting pieces of unholy flesh from around the Daemons body. Klar'Gorath howled in anger and pain and turned around to face the new foes. With a mighty swing it severed the heads of Brother Hamac and Huralion from their shoulder, and cutting Damien in half.

Shouting his prayers of exorcism Baroc aimed a mighty blow at the Daemons chest, while Oralius slashed it's axe-wielding arm. With unnatural agility the Daemon blocked both blows and stamped on the Grand Master, breaking his neck instantly. Then it raised Baroc from Baroc's waist and looked at him with it's furious eyes, preparing to slice Baroc's skull with it's axe. With hatred and vengeance in his mind, Baroc struck his Nemesis Force Weapon in the Daemons eye, making the Daemon losing it's balance. With his armoured boots Baroc kicked the Greater Daemons face, making it fall over. Baroc slammed against the ground and rised quickly, feeling still the strong grip of the Daemon in his numb feet. In a great arc Baroc aimed a two-handed blow at Daemons throat, severing it's head and banishing it to the Warp.

While Baroc's squad was battling Klar'Gorath, more Grey Knights landed on the battlefield via teleportation, and started to close the Warp holes and pushing the Daemons back to Immaterium. Baroc joined his remaining squad and they started the purging of the unholy enemies of the Emperor from his holy Imperium's soil. Baroc knew, that the victory was theirs, as they were the finest of the Imperium, and they were doing what they exist for. This would be the day of victory!








Tollanen tuli väkerrettyä. En oo kauheesti mahdollisia kielioppivirheitä kerennyt katselemaan, joten anteeksi kovasti, jos sellaisia on. Toivottavasti piditte, oli ainakin hauska kirjoittaa.

[Redeye]

Hyvä, hyvä! Mukavan nopeatempoinen ja toiminnantäytteinen tarina, ja itse pidän enemmän englannista kuin suomesta näitä tarinoita kirjoittaessa sillä suomen kieli jotenkin kadottaa kaiken hohdon 40k:n ylimahtipontisesta puheesta ja kerronnasta. Nämä sait onnistuneesti tarinaasi mukaan. Ainoana yksityiskohtana jäi häiritsemään se, että Grand Master tuskin koskaan huudahtaisi "Alright!". Vähän niinkuin mariinikaan tuskin huutaisi "Cool!". Jos vielä lisäisit jonkinlaisen juonen taustalle ensi kerralla, sillä tämä tarinahan kertoi yhdestä taistelusta. Hieno aihe, hyvä kerronta, jatka samaan malliin vaan.

[Proxima]

Mahtava teksti! Toiminta alkoi heti ja oli hyvin nopea ja sujuva. Mikään ei jäänyt epäselväksi, kaikki oli kuvailtu hyvin. Eikä niitä kielioppivirheitä ollut kuin yksi minun silmään =)

Tuleeko samanlaisia lisää :P

[Tylran]

Mahtava teksti! Toiminta alkoi heti ja oli hyvin nopea ja sujuva. Mikään ei jäänyt epäselväksi, kaikki oli kuvailtu hyvin. Eikä niitä kielioppivirheitä ollut kuin yksi minun silmään =)

Tuleeko samanlaisia lisää :P

Eiköhän, ja ajattelin kirjoittaa muistakin roduista välillä.

[Proxima]

Mahtava teksti! Toiminta alkoi heti ja oli hyvin nopea ja sujuva. Mikään ei jäänyt epäselväksi, kaikki oli kuvailtu hyvin. Eikä niitä kielioppivirheitä ollut kuin yksi minun silmään =)

Tuleeko samanlaisia lisää :P

Eiköhän, ja ajattelin kirjoittaa muistakin roduista välillä.

Ovatko nämä muutkin sitten englanniksi, kun oli niin mukava lukea tätä? =)

[Tylran]

eiköhän, minusta se on helpointa kirjoittaa englanniksi.