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Tarina Ezrael Curzesta Turun Gomorra -kampanjan ajalta. Pahoittelen, että on englanniksi.


The flames of funeral pyres seemed to lick the skies. The Night Lords had ravaged the nearby settlements and herded the scared Gomorrians here. The company’s sorcerers had sacrificed them all. Men, women and children alike were put under the blade. The corpses formed mountains that could be seen miles away. Ezrael watched all this from the peak of the tallest carcass mound. He could feel the daemon swirl inside his head. He looked the artifact in his hand. “Through this stone I enslave thee forever, child of warp” he hissed triumphant. He could almost feel the warp energy around him.
Suddenly, with a loud crack, a great rift opened in the sky. Red lightning bolts stroke at the peaks of the mountains of the dead. The greatest lighting bolt stroke Ezrael with a loud boom. Ezrael spoke the words of binding. The daemon inside his head screamed in agony as the spell was completed. The Bloodgem started to glow brightly as the essence of daemon was forced to take residence inside it. Ezrael raised the stone high above his head and howled arcane words of power. He thrusted the artifact through his chest and raised his hands once more. Bloodgem buried itself inside, taking residence where his heart had lied.
Ezrael could feel his hearts diminish. They stopped to beat. He felt no blood flowing inside his veins. Ezrael’s vision blurred, he felt like he was dying. He thought that he was falling. First time in his life he felt helpless. Suddenly, his sight returned. He could see more clearly than ever. He saw the mountains of dead bodies, his battlebrothers and in the distance he could see giantic figures looming over the horizon. Their shadows covered the whole landscape in unnatural darkness. Ezrael knew that he had walked through the door to the otherside. Into the immaterium. Daemons swirled and bowed him all around.
And then the warp was inside him. In his veins. The Bloodgem radiated raw warp energy through them. He could feel the power beyond power. His features grew, his eyes lashed out bright flames. He raised his voice. “Brothers!” His voice was booming and deafening. “What we have accomplished so far has been nothing compared to what is yet to come. For Hell on earth has come to Gomorra Prime!” The Night Lords held their weapons high and howled out battlecries. Ezrael watched them, pleased, as their howls turned to monotonic chant of “Warmaster! Warmaster! Warmaster!”

Vähän siisti tarina. Todella cool. Osaat kirjoittaa tosi hyvin englanniksi. Tuosta Warmasterista vielä, tarkoittivatko Curzea vai Abaddonia? kun tietääkseni ainoa warmaster on abaddon.

Ezrael... Abaddon on suuri ja mahtava, mutta Gomorran jälkeen ei voinut kutsua tuota hemmoa enää "vain" Lord Ezrael Curzeksi.

grrreat

Miten olis High Warlord? Ezrael kuulostaa kyllä aika tuimalta äijältä ja kovalta mutta Warmaster on jo vähän liikaa. Olis mukava jos saisit aikaa jonkun lisä kertomuksen tästä kaverista. Mua on aina kiinnostanut muiden hahmot. Muuten omasta komentajastani voit lukea monissa tarinoissa mitätäällä on(Taistelu Vermantiuksesta, Andromeduksen vala jne). Siis jos oot ite kiinnostunut

Jeps, täytynee browsata läpi. Kyllä mulla on muitakin fluffin pätkiä. tosin ajattelin iskeä ne yhteen pakettiin tuonne mun EoT-sivulle, joka tulee up lähiaikoina.
Mitä tulee warmaster nimitykseen, se oli semmonen näppärä nimitys joka sointuu mukavasti. Abaddon on tottakai Pomo, eihän sitä kukaan kiistä. (tai jos yrittää, niin kalpaten käy, heh)

Hm... jospa sitten ottaisi kynän käteen ja tuhertaisi jotain uutta tarinoiden lisäksi... hmm.

No, tässä ois tarinan pätkä mun raptoreista ja niiden kersantista Cyrakista:

The Night Lords attack had taken the planetary defense force by surprise. They had not been suspecting an attack at night and add to the confusion, Obliterators and Cyrak’s Raptors were appeared from nowhere to their doorstep. Cyrak could see that the Obliterators had taken tremendous pounding, but only one of their numbers had fallen. Cyrak shrugged. He ordered his squad to fire the gang milita in the bunkers.
Most of their shots missed, though Cyrak was pretty sure that at least two had died. Obliterators purged the same enemy unit with flamers, killing half dozen of the cityfighters. Sorcerer Zacharius landed just few meters away of Cyrak. “Brother Obliterators take good care of that Leman Russ, while we shall assault the survivors in the bunker. Follow me!”, said the sorcerer.
The squad prepared for assault as suddenly their arms started to reform. Crysak watched in awe as his bolt pistol hand melted away and took a form of claw that dripped acid. “Worry not, brother, it is a temporary gift of chaos gods”, said the sorcerer as he flew past him. And with that the squad was upon the last remains of Imperial defense line. They ripped through the hive gangers and PDF troopers alike and as suddenly as the deadly claws had appeared, they were gone. “To the pursuit! Left no one alive!”, screeched Cyrak waving his power sword high.

Taas tosi hyvä tarinan pätk. Jatka vaan samaan malliin, jatkoa vaan(mä ainankin luen).

*tapu, tapu tapu...* Hyvä, hyvä hyvä...!

Andromedus kirjoitti:Miten olis High Warlord? Ezrael kuulostaa kyllä aika tuimalta äijältä ja kovalta mutta Warmaster on jo vähän liikaa.

P.44 Chaos dex.

' No other warmaster can rival his power and only he has ever been able to command the obedience of all nine traitor legions.'

Niitä on enemmän kuin yksi, all hail Ezrael

Kiitos, Vladgren. Lisää infoa (tosin tarttee vielä tsekata teksti ajatuksella läpi kirjoitusvirheiden varalta) löytyy sivustolta http://koti.mbnet.fi/moilanen/eot.htm siellä on sellainen linkki kuin 'Characters', niin sieltähän löytyy Ezraelin ja kaverin synopsis.

Okei Warmaster käy tosi hyvin. Ajattelin koko ajan että kävis mutta luulin että on vain yks warmaster, abaddon.