Aramus the Bloodied Raven

"Knowledge is damning." -Indie 40k RP blog of the Blood Raven Force Commander

[chaosravencommander]

Aramus inhaled. He let his lungs fill out. He tasted the spice of copper. He felt the caress of the Neverborn constantly desiring everything of him. He heard their whispers yearning for attention. He thought of anything but. He saw the wash of colours behind his eyelids. The memories of glories, defeats and sins. He held his breath for long minutes. The candles flickered, flared and whisped. Their scents danced.

Exhale.

The cold of the Thing behind him, waiting for every moment of weakness. He can see it but he refused to acknowledge it. A Thing of Change. Magicks. Lies. Possibilities. Inevitabilities. Madness. It wanted him as a lover wanted to claim him. The Lord of the Fallen Ravens denied it each and every time.

Then, he felt it. A disturbance. In the centre of his meditation circle, slithering contradicting scripts of dark tongues and hexagrams slithered around him. The chaos champion inhaled and extended himself. The daemon pulled back, watching hungrily as he reached beyond.

Within the corrupted depths of his warship, the strike cruiser that have swelled over the millennia by the blessings covered by the Ruinous Powers to the debts given by the hereteks of the Dark Mechanics, the Retribution welcomed her master. The spirit that filled her hull and frame purred. Protective against the watchful daemon, like a great beast affectionate to its small caretaker. That and his grown ranks of heretic Astartes.

From the Third Company that joined him in his succession what felt like centuries now, the hundred became four hundred - of taken Geneseed, joined renegades and those assimilated in oaths and soul binding by the Raven sorcerers. And the countless cults of mortals that served them. Their allegiance to the Warmaster and his Black Legion had the Unblinking Eye glaring on warskin of ship and warrior alike with the insignia of the bleeding raven over the Eight Point of Undivided Chaos.

Aramus glanced over warrior and sorcerer, mutant and witch. Those especially keen could feel his presence, his dark gift since even before his corruption - he could command his warband in ways like a player of Regicide. At first, it was only as far as his gaze, now it expanded great at the cost of his attention and exposure.

Finally, he found the distance. The astropath choir, thrice replaced in their existence with their choirmaster being a mass of pulsating flesh and engorged brain-filled skulls singing in unending pain to the openness of the Warp. The central console was apart of him as much as the room was, his choir was connected and their song flowed to him.

The Chaos Lord stroke his ghostly form to him and listened.

"SAVE US. GREEN TIDE. DROWNING. SO MANY DEAD. EMPEROR SAVE US OF THE WAAGH. ONTO THE REALM OF FORGES, HELUNX OMEGA. SAVE US IN THE BLACKNESS."

A cry of aid and through the projected message, Aramus took in the visions. The washing flight of stars, passing familiar nebulas and clusters until finally the view of the crimson world surrounded three moon-like satellites, the many ships blooming and dying in a ruckus of void battle.

Aramus flexed his brow and passed this onto his navigator, the bowed creature quivered as the information flowed into her mind. Understanding the silent command, a ritual blade was drawn from the nape of a servitor serving as it sheath.

[chaosravencommander]

I finally am playing Dawn of War 2 and I am going to personally drive my poor Blood Ravens into heresy.

[ask-mortarion-the-death-lord]

I know the popular headcanon is that the blood ravens are loyalist thousand sons stock, but honestly i personally have decided that loyalist word bearers makes more sense. kronus for instance, the big battle of the heresy that took place there seems to be primarily word bearer and ultramarine focused so the 'blood ravens relics' being secretly word bearers connected makes more practical sense. well the ravens have a big thing about collecting knowledge and how 'knowledge is power' they dont really mean it in the academic sense like the thousand sons, they more so mean it in the truth will set you free kinda manner of the word bearers.

and perhaps most importantly, i feel it works the best thematically to have them be word bearers stock. a big through line of their narrative arc is essentially about faith lost and found after all, its traitors and fallen heroes tend to be the ones who discover terrible truths about themselves or the universe, a sense of lost identity and hopelessness is very prevalent in their stories, as well as people keeping or maintaining their faith despite the odds...

idk, word bearers just works so much better i feel.

[chaosravencommander]

It makes sense in context with Eliphas' snark with the Blood Ravens and referring to them as 'Brothers' instead of 'cousins' as legionnaires usually do with chapter members. Could be 'brothers' of fate, seeing how he and the Blood Ravens end up bumping into each other, but still!

[chaosravencommander]

For anyone ever wandering about the Chaos Force Commander, yes - His RTS senses are apart of the fluff. Tzeentch curse him with out-of-body foresight and psychic bond with immediate soldiers. He hate it a lot.

[chaosravencommander]

►”Take a meditative period.” @bloodymagpie

[bloodymagpie]

As much as he didn’t want too, he knew he needed too, and a frustrated and absent grunt came as an answer to the command. He’d been more spaced than usual and practically running on autopilot when the force commander came across him and it took a second longer for the techmarine to properly respond.

He stepped back from his current working project to turn tired eyes on the commander, as if he was double checking who exactly had been talking to him. “.. Heh, I look that bad?” Tools were set aside as he visibly sighed and started to wipe the grease off his gauntleted hands, just starting to really register the headache that droned at the back of his mind.

[chaosravencommander]

The Force Commander tilted his head with a weary smile of his own. He wasn't a man of many words; to the point and sometimes brash but the care of his wayward brothers was his priority. The tired hood of his eyes holding their sulfuric yellow glow.

"Bad enough, brother." He answered. "The machines are eternal. Usually, they may wait a moment longer for you." Then his eyes glanced up to something perched on the higher beams, a incandescent-feathered raptor with eye-tipped tailfeathers. Its black eyes staring down at him and it only provoked a soft sneer as he returned attendance to the Brel.

[chaosravencommander]

►”Take a meditative period.” @bloodymagpie

[chaosravencommander]

I need to fix on this blog’s au and history a bunch, I think. Sit down and ponder. Deep corvid pondering.

[chaosravencommander]

Aramus might have been a, what the Eldritch players of the Great Game call, ‘Smash Captain’. 

[baka-design]

Blood Ravens

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[bloodymagpie]

💉💉 - Chaosravencommander

@chaosravencommanderThunk, Thunk, ThunkThe heavy sound of power-armored steps approaching dragged the magpie from his stupor, head lolling a bit as he attempted to focus on where the steps were approaching from. As dim as the light was, provided only by the red emergency strips, it was easy to tell the bound astartes had seen better days. Wires were torn seemingly without care from bionics, while other areas seemed as tho someone tried to force open a panel or jack without success. The damage didn’t stop there either, traces of dried blood crumbling away in flakes crossed all over what flesh the techmarine had yet to remove, revealing freshly healed scars that seemed to shimmer thinly even in the ruby light. Finally.. with a crackle the techmarines vox came to life, “Come to finish what the they started… brother??” 

[bloodymagpie]

chaosravencommander‌:

The Apothecary looked to Brel a moment and back upon Yandell before nodding once, “With me.” He commanded to the Techmarine’s carriers, who glanced at one another before heaving him up for the escort. “Priom, join our Commander.” The warrior-doctor insisted, getting nothing more than a nod from the Master of Executions. Heaving his daemon axe in both hands, the warrior charged into an interference of the Daemon Engine’s attack while Amarus moved in particular ways that practically had the lashers scrap at his pauldrons or miss entirely, left open for the Executioner’s axe to cleave both of the last tendrils into mere parts. The Apothecary drew a long-bladed chainsword inscribed of old prayers to the Unknown Primarch along its blade housing, his extra limbs twitching and by the time they were in reach, plucked and pulled at Yandell with the care of an intimate spider with a web-caught fly. The puncture wound was closed by the tendril still deep and protruding through the marine’s back.  “Missed the spine by centimeter, they puncture organs….” He noted aloud as his limbs tapped their sharpened tips as if seeing echo-locations for weaknesses in Yandall’s armour. 

The fiend hissed as it’s attack missed and the other marine closed in to  remove it of the last of it’s tendrils, maw swinging around to snap at them both as it got it’s good claw under it to heave up to it’s feet. It was much like an angry dog now snapping and snarling as it tried to kick out with a hind leg or use it’s head like a toothsome battering ram.  Once they had brought him close enough he nodded to be sat down, quietly wishing he had his dendrites as he watched the apothecary maneuver their brother. “mm.. that’s not good.. let me see…” He closed his eyes as he focused beyond the vague headache and static, turning his attention inward to the thing he kept trapped.. figuring out what parts of it’s code had been used and what virus had been implanted into the nanites.  After a second he began to drone, aiming to the functionality of the nanites themselves. His main goal was to eliminate the virus part of it, exerting some of his will and knowledge of the code to halt its spread. Slowly, so very slowly the seething metal on the tendril itself seemed to halt where it was.  Brows furrowed then as he started to weave a more complex song, doing his best to rewrite the targeted code.  Once more he felt that stirring again from menos, the code noticing what brel was attempting to do +I̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̷ ̷n̸o̵t̸ ̸w̵h̴y̶ ̸y̵o̴u̶ ̷s̶t̴r̵u̸g̵g̷l̷e̴ ̶t̸o̸ ̵s̵a̵v̶e̴ ̸h̶i̷m̵,̴ ̷b̵u̶t̸ ̸y̷o̶u̷r̸ ̵d̴e̷t̸e̸r̵i̶m̷i̵n̶a̵t̷i̷o̵n̸ ̷i̸s̵ ̶s̸o̵m̷e̶t̶h̷i̶n̸g̴ ̵i̶ ̵c̴a̷n̸ ̸r̴e̵s̸p̶e̷c̴t̴.̷ ̵ ̶I̴ ̸w̸i̷l̶l̷ ̵h̷e̴l̴p̵,̸ ̵b̸u̴t̶ ̸o̶n̸l̷y̵ ̴b̵e̶c̶a̵u̴s̵e̵ ̵I̷ ̵w̷i̵s̷h̴ ̷t̶o̷ ̸s̸e̶e̶ ̶t̸h̷e̷ ̵W̶a̶r̴p̷s̵m̵i̷t̵h̶ ̸d̶e̴a̵d̴.+ The static crackled into his vox once more, little dancing red sparks flicking around as it wrestled for partial control over his vox, a lower smoother voice adding to the song. Together the nanites began to act differently, slithering and eating away at a couple edges of the tendril to make it easier for the apothecary to maneuver Yandell. Inside the damage at least was partly mended enough to keep Yandell from bleeding out while the apothecary did his work.   

[chaosravencommander]

Yandell was unresponsive a moment. The limbs of bio-mechanism clicked and gripped on his gorget and sundered armour, tips splitting into acidic hooks that tripped and pulled the lasher tendril with tender swiftness. The moment the Apothecary recognized the loosened grips of melted barbs, a boot planted on his battle-brother and those spindly limbs yanked the whole thing free with three while the rest were applying medical venom in their lightning-fast prying and knitting at the exposed organs. 

“My, my…” He whispered with intrigue, the triple lenses of a visor flicking and twisting to observe his word and the workings of the nanite recoding. Pulling a vial from one of his belt pouches, giving the finger-long container a shake before pouring its glowing red contains inside the slowly closing one. His head ticked like a crow upon a corpse, his surcoat flowing like wings a moment in his particular movements. The hiss of burning bacteria as the ichor of daemon-engineered science twisted and accelerated the astartes attributes to fight off the darker venoms of the screaming Daemon Engine. “Black Carapace seemed structurally sound, the tendril pried the weaker ribs - mere combat weariness - and pierced under the main structure. Mm...yes.” 

The Apothecary’s limbs started to pull away with glistening threads of red as he weaved unnatural silks that reconstructed the organ meat and nerves. The soft click of pried metal falling and melting on the floor, inaudible to the battle beyond them. “Main heart and bionic heart restarting. Good. Sus-an Membrane acting normal. We will return him to the Retribution.” The click of his vox came on, accessing to the Thunderhawk Custodian, <<Apothecary Crow to Burning Grace, one injuried brother to report, suspended animation.>>

<<Received, Honoured Apothecary. ETA 5 standard minutes.>>

<<Acknowledged, Burning Grace. Apothecary Crow out.>>

“Thank you.” Crow said, glancing back at Brel. “Your assistance has been invaluable.” 

Not too far, the vicious battle was coming to a violent climax. Aramus grunted at the swat of claws striking at his armour and threw him back into a short tumble. The claw of his gauntlets shrieking across the floor in his self-recovery. What seemed like a disadvantage was turned into an immediate assault from the rest of the Chosen - the meltagunners took the distraction of the beast and fired twin lances of fusion death through the dimples in the Engine’s armour, carving through their Commander’s careful works and ate into its insides! Priom took in its ‘pain’ with his axe slicing down into its rearing head, using all of his strength and mag-locked boots to yank its head to expose more into the coup de grace of chainreaper bolts carving into its thick neck of cables and undercarriage.

[bloodymagpie]

The maulerfiend screamed when the blasts struck it whatever twisted mimicries of organs and technology within its form dissolving in a flash and hiss. That scream quickly died into a gurgle as it’s head was suddenly yanked to expose the softer flesh, bolt fire finally ending the blasted things existence as struggling flesh fell limp with its ‘death’ twitches. Like with all creatures of the warp however it began to dissolve at an unnatural rate leaving only whatever nanites and metals had been on it as it was sent back to the soul carn.

Once Brel was certain the apothecary would be able to handle the rest he slowly stopped the song, watching for a second to insure the nanites would function as attended, a weary expression settling on his face. Under normal circumstances he’d be able to function for days without pause.. but the combo of torcher, drugs and whatever else they’d done left him tired both physically and mentally.. the later more so with the combo of having to deal with his ‘prisoner’ too that only added to the vague ache at his temples.

Yet he did refuse to let his guard down however, nodding to crow quietly at the thanks. “Of course. I’d rather help where able than feel like a deadweight.”

[chaosravencommander]

“The familiarity of that is mutual.” The Crow said with some amusement behind his helmet,  piercing needles into the sealing flesh, providing stims and finally when the Apothecary was satisfied, he retreated his limbs back into folded attachments on his modified power pack. He turned and looked upon Brel again, the tri-lenses in his left visor twirled and examined on the Techmarine. A moment and he returned attention on the finished battle, Amarus and Priom making sure the Maulerfiend was defeated with a Flame-gunner exhausting the last of his fuel on the scraps to ensure the infestation is truly gone.

The Commander making a tense glance around the room, switching hands with his thunder hammer and approached with shoulders particularly broadened. “How is he?” He questioned the Apothecary, the beaked helm bowing some to avoid eye-contact. “He will survive, Commander. Vitals are good and the assistance of Brother Brel, I didn’t require extinguishing a good geneseed and warrior today.” Amarus looked over to Brel and back on Crow, a moment of consideration before nodding and addressed his warriors,

“Brothers, secure the area and prepare to disembark. We have what we require and more. I do not desire anymore surprises or casualties.” Then he looked at the only entrance from the main facility to the hanger, “Seal that door.”

“Sire.” One of the marines noted, immediately making sure while the rest made a great three-man spaced circle with strong positions and bolters at critical points. Already, the sound of the Thunderhawk’s engines can be heard of the storm outside. The closest to the control making preparation of the letting the Burning Grace enter.

[alister-kane]

Without the light of Chaos, the universe would stagnate and collapse. Only through this struggle, can any advancement occur.

From the Book of Magnus

There is no sin but ignorance.

Attributed to Magnus the Red

[vhsmeme]

for every 🍰 i get, i’ll share a sweet headcanon about our muses

[bloodymagpie]

💉💉 - Chaosravencommander

@chaosravencommanderThunk, Thunk, ThunkThe heavy sound of power-armored steps approaching dragged the magpie from his stupor, head lolling a bit as he attempted to focus on where the steps were approaching from. As dim as the light was, provided only by the red emergency strips, it was easy to tell the bound astartes had seen better days. Wires were torn seemingly without care from bionics, while other areas seemed as tho someone tried to force open a panel or jack without success. The damage didn’t stop there either, traces of dried blood crumbling away in flakes crossed all over what flesh the techmarine had yet to remove, revealing freshly healed scars that seemed to shimmer thinly even in the ruby light. Finally.. with a crackle the techmarines vox came to life, “Come to finish what the they started… brother??” 

[bloodymagpie]

chaosravencommander‌:

The Apothecary looked to Brel a moment and back upon Yandell before nodding once, “With me.” He commanded to the Techmarine’s carriers, who glanced at one another before heaving him up for the escort. “Priom, join our Commander.” The warrior-doctor insisted, getting nothing more than a nod from the Master of Executions. Heaving his daemon axe in both hands, the warrior charged into an interference of the Daemon Engine’s attack while Amarus moved in particular ways that practically had the lashers scrap at his pauldrons or miss entirely, left open for the Executioner’s axe to cleave both of the last tendrils into mere parts. The Apothecary drew a long-bladed chainsword inscribed of old prayers to the Unknown Primarch along its blade housing, his extra limbs twitching and by the time they were in reach, plucked and pulled at Yandell with the care of an intimate spider with a web-caught fly. The puncture wound was closed by the tendril still deep and protruding through the marine’s back.  “Missed the spine by centimeter, they puncture organs….” He noted aloud as his limbs tapped their sharpened tips as if seeing echo-locations for weaknesses in Yandall’s armour. 

The fiend hissed as it’s attack missed and the other marine closed in to  remove it of the last of it’s tendrils, maw swinging around to snap at them both as it got it’s good claw under it to heave up to it’s feet. It was much like an angry dog now snapping and snarling as it tried to kick out with a hind leg or use it’s head like a toothsome battering ram.  Once they had brought him close enough he nodded to be sat down, quietly wishing he had his dendrites as he watched the apothecary maneuver their brother. “mm.. that’s not good.. let me see…” He closed his eyes as he focused beyond the vague headache and static, turning his attention inward to the thing he kept trapped.. figuring out what parts of it’s code had been used and what virus had been implanted into the nanites.  After a second he began to drone, aiming to the functionality of the nanites themselves. His main goal was to eliminate the virus part of it, exerting some of his will and knowledge of the code to halt its spread. Slowly, so very slowly the seething metal on the tendril itself seemed to halt where it was.  Brows furrowed then as he started to weave a more complex song, doing his best to rewrite the targeted code.  Once more he felt that stirring again from menos, the code noticing what brel was attempting to do +I̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̷ ̷n̸o̵t̸ ̸w̵h̴y̶ ̸y̵o̴u̶ ̷s̶t̴r̵u̸g̵g̷l̷e̴ ̶t̸o̸ ̵s̵a̵v̶e̴ ̸h̶i̷m̵,̴ ̷b̵u̶t̸ ̸y̷o̶u̷r̸ ̵d̴e̷t̸e̸r̵i̶m̷i̵n̶a̵t̷i̷o̵n̸ ̷i̸s̵ ̶s̸o̵m̷e̶t̶h̷i̶n̸g̴ ̵i̶ ̵c̴a̷n̸ ̸r̴e̵s̸p̶e̷c̴t̴.̷ ̵ ̶I̴ ̸w̸i̷l̶l̷ ̵h̷e̴l̴p̵,̸ ̵b̸u̴t̶ ̸o̶n̸l̷y̵ ̴b̵e̶c̶a̵u̴s̵e̵ ̵I̷ ̵w̷i̵s̷h̴ ̷t̶o̷ ̸s̸e̶e̶ ̶t̸h̷e̷ ̵W̶a̶r̴p̷s̵m̵i̷t̵h̶ ̸d̶e̴a̵d̴.+ The static crackled into his vox once more, little dancing red sparks flicking around as it wrestled for partial control over his vox, a lower smoother voice adding to the song. Together the nanites began to act differently, slithering and eating away at a couple edges of the tendril to make it easier for the apothecary to maneuver Yandell. Inside the damage at least was partly mended enough to keep Yandell from bleeding out while the apothecary did his work.   

[chaosravencommander]

Yandell was unresponsive a moment. The limbs of bio-mechanism clicked and gripped on his gorget and sundered armour, tips splitting into acidic hooks that tripped and pulled the lasher tendril with tender swiftness. The moment the Apothecary recognized the loosened grips of melted barbs, a boot planted on his battle-brother and those spindly limbs yanked the whole thing free with three while the rest were applying medical venom in their lightning-fast prying and knitting at the exposed organs. 

“My, my...” He whispered with intrigue, the triple lenses of a visor flicking and twisting to observe his word and the workings of the nanite recoding. Pulling a vial from one of his belt pouches, giving the finger-long container a shake before pouring its glowing red contains inside the slowly closing one. His head ticked like a crow upon a corpse, his surcoat flowing like wings a moment in his particular movements. The hiss of burning bacteria as the ichor of daemon-engineered science twisted and accelerated the astartes attributes to fight off the darker venoms of the screaming Daemon Engine. “Black Carapace seemed structurally sound, the tendril pried the weaker ribs - mere combat weariness - and pierced under the main structure. Mm...yes.” 

The Apothecary’s limbs started to pull away with glistening threads of red as he weaved unnatural silks that reconstructed the organ meat and nerves. The soft click of pried metal falling and melting on the floor, inaudible to the battle beyond them. “Main heart and bionic heart restarting. Good. Sus-an Membrane acting normal. We will return him to the Retribution.” The click of his vox came on, accessing to the Thunderhawk Custodian, <<Apothecary Crow to Burning Grace, one injuried brother to report, suspended animation.>>

<<Received, Honoured Apothecary. ETA 5 standard minutes.>>

<<Acknowledged, Burning Grace. Apothecary Crow out.>>

“Thank you.” Crow said, glancing back at Brel. “Your assistance has been invaluable.” 

Not too far, the vicious battle was coming to a violent climax. Aramus grunted at the swat of claws striking at his armour and threw him back into a short tumble. The claw of his gauntlets shrieking across the floor in his self-recovery. What seemed like a disadvantage was turned into an immediate assault from the rest of the Chosen - the meltagunners took the distraction of the beast and fired twin lances of fusion death through the dimples in the Engine’s armour, carving through their Commander’s careful works and ate into its insides! Priom took in its ‘pain’ with his axe slicing down into its rearing head, using all of his strength and mag-locked boots to yank its head to expose more into the coup de grace of chainreaper bolts carving into its thick neck of cables and undercarriage.

[bloodymagpie]

💉💉 - Chaosravencommander

@chaosravencommanderThunk, Thunk, ThunkThe heavy sound of power-armored steps approaching dragged the magpie from his stupor, head lolling a bit as he attempted to focus on where the steps were approaching from. As dim as the light was, provided only by the red emergency strips, it was easy to tell the bound astartes had seen better days. Wires were torn seemingly without care from bionics, while other areas seemed as tho someone tried to force open a panel or jack without success. The damage didn’t stop there either, traces of dried blood crumbling away in flakes crossed all over what flesh the techmarine had yet to remove, revealing freshly healed scars that seemed to shimmer thinly even in the ruby light. Finally.. with a crackle the techmarines vox came to life, “Come to finish what the they started… brother??” 

[bloodymagpie]

chaosravencommander‌:

Aramus didn’t let his opponent restore its foot longer than required. His skill with his thunder hammer was unmistakable; his footing was particular and body often motion, using the weight of the weapon to dazzling savagery.  Whirling, the Force Commander crashed his hammerhead down onto the Mauler’s closer joint with the teeth-shaking concussive explosion of its power! 

Yandell roared out at the pop of his ears from the attack and barely catching Brel’s own advice in his vox-reception, his pain dulled even more. Joint servos locking in his aim, helmet quickly adjusting to aid his perception. “Blessed spirit, strength be with us as I damn this beast!” He prayed to his armour’s machine spirit, “Blessed be, fire and honour!” 

The plasma pistol overcharging with the crackling cultivation of micro-sun before firing. A tendril slice with nothing but vaporized metal before the projectile carved into the connectors of the lashing weapon itself. Gravity and momentum found themselves to be cruel masters of reality, hurtling the champion into a bouncing slam. Barbs biting deeper and blood spat under his helmet, landing far off to the side. 

The Meltagunners fired, biting into the Maulerfiend’s hide with the vaporizing rebuke of their weapons, keeping to over-watched range when it dared to move against their commander.

“This thing is also touched by your…Code.” The Apothecary noted, his beaked helm pointing at Yandell’s direction, “Brother Yandell’s heartrateis barely registered. Ugly shame.” 

The maulerfiend shrieked and collapsed under the assault as one of the joints to it’s leg snapped under the pressure of the hit sending the beast crashing to the floor with a ground shaking thunk. In the next instant another howl left it as Yandell blasted himself free, trying to gather itself together while the last two of it’s tendrils tried to swat the commander away.  A softly concerned croon left the techmarine as he watched Yandell slide across the ground, then glanced to the apothecary at his comment. “Not if i can help it. I can reprogram the nanites if i can get over there.” There was a mote of frustration in his tone, glancing only for a second at his bionic legs and binds. “I refuse to let a brother fall if i can help it. Not if it’s something I could prevent.”

[chaosravencommander]

The Apothecary looked to Brel a moment and back upon Yandell before nodding once, “With me.” He commanded to the Techmarine’s carriers, who glanced at one another before heaving him up for the escort. “Priom, join our Commander.” The warrior-doctor insisted, getting nothing more than a nod from the Master of Executions. Heaving his daemon axe in both hands, the warrior charged into an interference of the Daemon Engine’s attack while Amarus moved in particular ways that practically had the lashers scrap at his pauldrons or miss entirely, left open for the Executioner’s axe to cleave both of the last tendrils into mere parts. The Apothecary drew a long-bladed chainsword inscribed of old prayers to the Unknown Primarch along its blade housing, his extra limbs twitching and by the time they were in reach, plucked and pulled at Yandell with the care of an intimate spider with a web-caught fly. The puncture wound was closed by the tendril still deep and protruding through the marine’s back.  “Missed the spine by centimeter, they puncture organs....” He noted aloud as his limbs tapped their sharpened tips as if seeing echo-locations for weaknesses in Yandall’s armour. 

[bloodymagpie]

💉💉 - Chaosravencommander

@chaosravencommanderThunk, Thunk, ThunkThe heavy sound of power-armored steps approaching dragged the magpie from his stupor, head lolling a bit as he attempted to focus on where the steps were approaching from. As dim as the light was, provided only by the red emergency strips, it was easy to tell the bound astartes had seen better days. Wires were torn seemingly without care from bionics, while other areas seemed as tho someone tried to force open a panel or jack without success. The damage didn’t stop there either, traces of dried blood crumbling away in flakes crossed all over what flesh the techmarine had yet to remove, revealing freshly healed scars that seemed to shimmer thinly even in the ruby light. Finally.. with a crackle the techmarines vox came to life, “Come to finish what the they started… brother??” 

[bloodymagpie]

chaosravencommander‌:

A spurt of bloody curses left from Yandell’s grinding teeth, grunting in each violent slam that his body met to the ground and carving pullof the tendril’s barbs tugged at his insides and ground at the hardened skeleton. “Blasted…savage…!” He hacked out. instead of trying to escape his impalement, the Fallen Raven clenched and made sure his ironclad muscles kept hold. To slide out is to ensure an overabundance of blood faster than his healing attribute could catch.  However, it was the crawling evil that crafted such a hide on the Maulerfiend that became worriesome. The evil that was infiltrating his meat and sanguine.

“Damnation.” 

Aramus roared as his bolt-pistol fired, each shot punching at the exposed underbelly of the Daemon Engine while his marines provided firing cover. His Thunder Hammer crackled and surged of aetheric power, its sculpted eye burning in animated evil. In the beat of his hearts, the Commander replaced his pistol back to its maglock to handle his weapon in both fists and lunged in a skyward swing. 

Aramus’s shots effectively pulled the maulerfiends attention onto him, the beast snarling as it sensed the threat he posed. Jaws swung open to try and snap at him too late to stop the blow as the swing knocked it away, fangs clicking just short in empty air while a noise of pain squealed in time with the crumpled metal. Feet and claws scrambled a moment later to catch it’s footing, the creature seemingly winded and injured.  Brel however was more concerned for their brother, gaze tracking the movements as his logis calculated the best place to strike to sever the thrashing scourge even if he didn’t have a weapon of his own, yet. “shoot at the base of the tendril when it’s side faces us on the upward sweep or downward sweep.” 

[chaosravencommander]

Aramus didn’t let his opponent restore its foot longer than required. His skill with his thunder hammer was unmistakable; his footing was particular and body often motion, using the weight of the weapon to dazzling savagery.  Whirling, the Force Commander crashed his hammerhead down onto the Mauler’s closer joint with the teeth-shaking concussive explosion of its power! 

Yandell roared out at the pop of his ears from the attack and barely catching Brel’s own advice in his vox-reception, his pain dulled even more. Joint servos locking in his aim, helmet quickly adjusting to aid his perception. “Blessed spirit, strength be with us as I damn this beast!” He prayed to his armour’s machine spirit, “Blessed be, fire and honour!” 

The plasma pistol overcharging with the crackling cultivation of micro-sun before firing. A tendril slice with nothing but vaporized metal before the projectile carved into the connectors of the lashing weapon itself. Gravity and momentum found themselves to be cruel masters of reality, hurtling the champion into a bouncing slam. Barbs biting deeper and blood spat under his helmet, landing far off to the side. 

The Meltagunners fired, biting into the Maulerfiend’s hide with the vaporizing rebuke of their weapons, keeping to over-watched range when it dared to move against their commander.

“This thing is also touched by your...Code.” The Apothecary noted, his beaked helm pointing at Yandell’s direction, “Brother Yandell’s heartrate is barely registered. Ugly shame.” 

[bloodymagpie]

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@chaosravencommanderThunk, Thunk, ThunkThe heavy sound of power-armored steps approaching dragged the magpie from his stupor, head lolling a bit as he attempted to focus on where the steps were approaching from. As dim as the light was, provided only by the red emergency strips, it was easy to tell the bound astartes had seen better days. Wires were torn seemingly without care from bionics, while other areas seemed as tho someone tried to force open a panel or jack without success. The damage didn’t stop there either, traces of dried blood crumbling away in flakes crossed all over what flesh the techmarine had yet to remove, revealing freshly healed scars that seemed to shimmer thinly even in the ruby light. Finally.. with a crackle the techmarines vox came to life, “Come to finish what the they started… brother??” 

[bloodymagpie]

chaosravencommander‌:

“Estimated Time: Ten minutes. Enough.” Amarus said as he escorted his kill-team along, there was a certain surge of energy in the screaming horde. As their blessings turned on them, melting their forms into bubbling and soon nothing of metal and flesh. The Commander glanced at this with a disapproving shake of his head. The price of submitting to the Ruinous Powers, once more beheld in its ugliness.

“Your virus has an intriguing boon and horrid price.” He said, coming through another twist of hall. Some of the Obliterator-Thralls were still defying their fates, trying to walk on their thin limbs and scream bubbling hatred before the Fallen Ravens erased their existence with a wooosh of their flamers. The Chosen Champion stepping forward to access the sealed door for their bay, previously closed behind them and now its code exposed from his earlier probing.

<<ACCESS ACCEPTED. THE SPIRIT OF THE METAL-SHAPER’S THIRTY-SECOND IS APPEASED. LEAVE ACKNOWLEDGED>>

The slave-spirit chimed from one of the skull-voxes before the door twisted and opened with the slight appearance of growing flesh between the metallic surface. Lifting his plasma pistol, the champion stepped between when a sudden scourge pierced through. The black of his blood and shards of ceramite flicked back from the wound.

“Yandell!” Amarus hissed, already seeing his warrior yanked into the outer bay and charged in to see a screaming Maulerfiend yanking and rearing like an unleashed monster from its chain. Its heinous spittle flicking in its roar, one of its multiple scourges whipping, Yandell himself snarling in the dull pain. Plasma bolts flying, scoring grazing scars at best on this rhino-sized forge-beast. His power fist snatched three of the barbed tendrils, crushing under the crackling oppression of its optimized strength.

“Meltagunners, on me!” Amarus commanded, the kill-team filing in with his called specialists already arming their weapons. The bestial tank shrieked, clad of flesh-like steel and trims of tarnished stripes of gold and black in its origins of Iron Warrior creation. The only evidence to the otherwise differently coloured attackers up to this point. Aramus didn’t care, he wanted this creature dead.

Brel grunted a little as they went on the move again, watching with an expression of distaste as the obliterators all but boiled and feebly tried to fight them. For a second he debated on what to say before snorting softly, “Virus? Brother, what I keep suppressed is far older and worse than a simple virus, and well… it didn’t appreciate having bits of it’s code butchered to make what it considers discount software.” There was a sort of dry humor to his tone as he quoted, “Unauthorized use of assets will result in immediate termination of the offending machines.”  As the group paused at the door Brel eyed the skull vox and how the doors seemed to be growing flesh, nose wrinkling despite the scarring. But movement caught his attention and suddenly Yandell was yanked through, a angry and alarmed hiss of binary leaving his vox when the doors fully opened to show a Maulerfiend. It was enough to once again earn a curse from the techmarine, wishing he hadn’t been bound and had his bionics compromised.   An angry shriek left the daemon engine as the barbed tendriles were crushed, rearing back in an attempt to pull and fling the astartes around, hate shimmering in it’s beady eyes. As it came back down it swiped out with those claws aiming to gore the pests that dared shoot at it while jaws snapped at others.  The spine that impaled yandell rose and swung back down as more of his blast scoured scars on it’s armor, hoping to daze the astartes if not blungeon him to death. 

[chaosravencommander]

A spurt of bloody curses left from Yandell’s grinding teeth, grunting in each violent slam that his body met to the ground and carving pull of the tendril’s barbs tugged at his insides and ground at the hardened skeleton. “Blasted...savage...!” He hacked out. instead of trying to escape his impalement, the Fallen Raven clenched and made sure his ironclad muscles kept hold. To slide out is to ensure an overabundance of blood faster than his healing attribute could catch.  However, it was the crawling evil that crafted such a hide on the Maulerfiend that became worriesome. The evil that was infiltrating his meat and sanguine.

“Damnation.” 

Aramus roared as his bolt-pistol fired, each shot punching at the exposed underbelly of the Daemon Engine while his marines provided firing cover. His Thunder Hammer crackled and surged of aetheric power, its sculpted eye burning in animated evil. In the beat of his hearts, the Commander replaced his pistol back to its maglock to handle his weapon in both fists and lunged in a skyward swing. 

[bloodymagpie]

💉💉 - Chaosravencommander

@chaosravencommanderThunk, Thunk, ThunkThe heavy sound of power-armored steps approaching dragged the magpie from his stupor, head lolling a bit as he attempted to focus on where the steps were approaching from. As dim as the light was, provided only by the red emergency strips, it was easy to tell the bound astartes had seen better days. Wires were torn seemingly without care from bionics, while other areas seemed as tho someone tried to force open a panel or jack without success. The damage didn’t stop there either, traces of dried blood crumbling away in flakes crossed all over what flesh the techmarine had yet to remove, revealing freshly healed scars that seemed to shimmer thinly even in the ruby light. Finally.. with a crackle the techmarines vox came to life, “Come to finish what the they started… brother??” 

[bloodymagpie]

chaosravencommander‌:

The projectiles hurled for the distracted marine blasting another obliterator-thrall into molten slag with his meltagun, interloped by his battle-brother with the sudden tear of a metal sheet to catch the sudden piercing of several millimeters of folded material. As quick as the twinned projectiles were twisting barbed spearheads, they melted into parasitic extensions that melted and yanked the sheet right out of the warrior’s hand to supplement and wrap uncomfortably fluid around the damaged thrall.

Repairing itself with more of its limbs becoming weapons and the growling organ akin to intestines from its elbow to shoulder blades…shaping into a belt-feed for its growing weapon. Aramus turned around with his daemon hammer crackling its warp-lightning.

“Begone.”

The evolving thrall screamed its defiance and swung its reaching blade, the Commander backswings. Blade meeting hammer with a thunderous clash of concussive force. The blade exploding into boiling splatter, Aramus spun in his momentum and denounced the creature of its legs before delivering a destructive end with the hammerhead crashing over torso and head in a screaming whine of its lost humanity with the trill of pleasure from the Commander’s weapon.

Azure fire crawled and devoured the new foe, flesh and metal boiling and evaporating into the Warp’s gnawing claim.  Accessing his vox-channels, the Commander called out to his thunderhawk. “Fire of Tartarus! To the retrieval bay, a fell infestation crawl in this den.”

++ Acknowledged, Commander. Mobilizing now ++

Whirling his hammer, Aramaus spun and caught another thrall from the wall like an oversized spider. “Raven, on me. We move in close quarters. Protect the techmarine!” He ordered, already stepping back to join Priom and their Apothecary as spindly limbs stabbed a jerking cavader trying to regenerate. A cruel arachnid before in a blurring motion, the ends that tear and dissect the body from outer layers to the appearance of metallic bones, the hisses of liquid-acid constantly pouring from the daemonic talons to protect itself and cleave in a sterile matter.

“Interesting.” In the blink of eyes, he got down to the base of skull and stabbed behind it to the where the brain used to be - becoming a biomechanical cortex before the Apothecary liquified it in a thousand thrusting stirrings.

The effects of the binetic song slowly seemed to be doing it’s work, the techno’s spawn regeneration seeming to be slowing down considerably and the first notes of confusion among the attacking creatures. One of them stumbled on increasingly jerky limbs, leaving it open for a well placed shot, bits of it scattering and seeming to build on itself like a cancer before seemingly collapsing in a puddle of curdling liquid.  The main creature itself started to shriek as the effects started catch on, thrashing like it’d been set on fire before once more stumbling and falling, seizing limbs going oddly still one by one as nanites destroyed nerve pathways and tissues, using resources faster than it could build before finally going inert as the nanites proceeded to destroy themselves. Others began to act strangely too, not as fast as the closest but once precise shots strayed off course or struck others as optics and eyes began to fail and arms shaking and going numb, like a slow cascade of system failures radiating outwards from the source… or much like a virus eliminating the population.  Another Moved spitting projectiles at the marines as it attempted to get closer but stopped short and skittered almost fearfully around the remains of a dying unit, avoiding grasping hands and puddles like one would avoid a nurgling. chattering a little as information bounced between them all, trying to fix on the problem and focus on figuring out WHO the bigger threat was to eliminate first. It was enough at least to give them breathing room again and bide them time, the creatures thrown into confused disarray as shrieks and readings flooded the space.  Something that could’ve been a malicious chuckle echoed from the idle pop and static of Brel’s vox as he leaned away from the apothecaries stabbing.  “ETA?” 

[chaosravencommander]

“Estimated Time: Ten minutes. Enough.” Amarus said as he escorted his kill-team along, there was a certain surge of energy in the screaming horde. As their blessings turned on them, melting their forms into bubbling and soon nothing of metal and flesh. The Commander glanced at this with a disapproving shake of his head. The price of submitting to the Ruinous Powers, once more beheld in its ugliness.

“Your virus has an intriguing boon and horrid price.” He said, coming through another twist of hall. Some of the Obliterator-Thralls were still defying their fates, trying to walk on their thin limbs and scream bubbling hatred before the Fallen Ravens erased their existence with a wooosh of their flamers. The Chosen Champion stepping forward to access the sealed door for their bay, previously closed behind them and now its code exposed from his earlier probing.

<<ACCESS ACCEPTED. THE SPIRIT OF THE METAL-SHAPER’S THIRTY-SECOND IS APPEASED. LEAVE ACKNOWLEDGED>>

The slave-spirit chimed from one of the skull-voxes before the door twisted and opened with the slight appearance of growing flesh between the metallic surface. Lifting his plasma pistol, the champion stepped between when a sudden scourge pierced through. The black of his blood and shards of ceramite flicked back from the wound.

“Yandell!” Amarus hissed, already seeing his warrior yanked into the outer bay and charged in to see a screaming Maulerfiend yanking and rearing like an unleashed monster from its chain. Its heinous spittle flicking in its roar, one of its multiple scourges whipping, Yandell himself snarling in the dull pain. Plasma bolts flying, scoring grazing scars at best on this rhino-sized forge-beast. His power fist snatched three of the barbed tendrils, crushing under the crackling oppression of its optimized strength.

“Meltagunners, on me!” Amarus commanded, the kill-team filing in with his called specialists already arming their weapons. The bestial tank shrieked, clad of flesh-like steel and trims of tarnished stripes of gold and black in its origins of Iron Warrior creation. The only evidence to the otherwise differently coloured attackers up to this point. Aramus didn’t care, he wanted this creature dead.