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6/14/2016 11:09:27 PM
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He quickly assesses the damage done to his Power Armour, grumbling a couple of curses. He, once he has decided that it wasn't [i]that[/i] bad even though it probably was, kicked the corpses out of the way, his chainsword roaring as be revvs it to, simultaneously charging the cultists again.
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The... the cultists were gone. Strange. Distant combat could be heard fading out.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/14/2016 11:24:53 PMHe comes to a stop, deciding not to chase the gunfire. He walks to a nearby wall and sits down against it, now inspecting his suit with more care.
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Suddenly, a figure soared through the air from the camp, landing close to but not too close from the Black Templar. The figure's armour, or at least the parts of it that were armour, were clad in a slightly dirty and creaked white. The other parts of its body were... well, they were skin. Dragon skin, it seemed. It's scales were a deep shade of green, like it's wings. In one hand, the being wielded a chaos maul that glowed with powerful energy, while in the other hand, the figure wielded a melta gun. [i]"You there. The space marine. Before you lash out in a fit of zeal, I am not your enemy."[/i]
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[spoiler]Finally found the pic again. [/spoiler] By the time the figure had spoken, the Black Templar's Bolter was raised and aimed at the... thing's head; his trigger finger being curled around the trigger, though he didn't fire just yet. It would be stupid, to shoot something that just annihilated an entire group of cultists. He then spoke, with a tone of distrust, "A Warp spawn that isn't my enemy? That's a first."
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[i]"You'll find that this place is full of firsts. And my brethren aren't like the other warp spawns."[/i] The being spoke with truth in its calm voice.
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"What do you mean with 'your brethren'? What group do you belong to?" He seemed to calm down a teeny tiny bit, though he remained distrustful.
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[i]"I belong to the Jade Dragons."[/i]
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"Jade Dragons, eh...? Name doesn't ring a bell..." He rests his head back against the wall, his arm holding the Bolter slowly lowering to his side. "Mind telling me why you came in and kicked some cultist ass?"
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[i]"Because our god, Noiratrom, former son of the Emperor, is on a war against the Chaos Gods. And our orders are to weaken their presence wherever we can."[/i]
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"Now [i]that[/i]... Is the strangest damn thing I've heard so far in my life. Beings of the warp - the Chaos, being ordered to weaken the Chaos. But if it means that we got an ally on our side..."
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[i]"If you wish to understand our motivations further, I am certain one of our priests will be very happy to teach you. But for now, let us focus on getting you to safety."[/i]
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He pushes against the wall with his elbows, pushing himself away from it while he gets up, groaning quietly. "Do you know any... 'safe havens'? Because I've been walking for who knows how long..."
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[i]"The General Quarters should prove to be safe. You will find your imperial allies there."[/i]
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"Well, just point me in a direction, and I'll be on my way; unless you're gonna escort me like I'm some damn princess." The man chuckles and shakes his head to himself.
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[i]"I think the latter may be the best choice, seeing as how you don't exactly know your way around."[/i] The man chuckles.
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[spoiler]Oh damn. -blam!-in' roasted, son. [/spoiler] "H-Hey! That hurt my feelings, y'know?" He says, with a joking tone. "But, if that's the, case, lead the way, oh my knight on his white horse."
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The Chaos marine walks down the halls with the loyalist marine in tow, laughing a bit. [i]"Glad to see humor hasn't died in the Imperium."[/i]
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/15/2016 12:48:08 PMWhat a very, [i]very[/i] odd pair. The Templar laughed a bit with the Jade Dragon, surprised by how casual he was being with a Chaos spawn. But he wasn't gonna do shit about it. "I do my best to keep it alive... I didn't know that the Chaos had a sense of humour, though."
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[i]"Oh, you won't get much pleasantries from the other Chaos deities. Our god hasn't enslaved us to his will. He has, in fact, liberated us from our curse. We serve him by choice."[/i]
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"That's another first... You really were right when you said that this place is filled with many firsts." The man pauses for a bit as he takes a deep breath. "So, your god... He seems like a special one."
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[i]"I will tell you his tale. Perhaps it will help you understand him. Noiratrom was once a primarch. A son of the Emperor. But during the Horus heresy, he was turned to chaos against his will. He was caught in a warp storm, where Nurgle turned him into a Daemon Prince of decay. For thousands of years he shed blood in the name of his god, never truly knowing freedom. Until he battled with one of his brothers, Tep-Pharon. During that fight, he was sent through a warp tunnel, where his whole life changed. His bond was broken with the filth god, he had amassed major power. To cut the story short, he began working with his other brothers of chaos undivided to gain even more power, absorbing their souls. Then, he went and Freed Isha, who was kept captive by Nurgle, and then she turned him into a god."[/i]
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"Ah... That explains a lot, actually.... And that's yet another first."
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[i]"Being that his powers were given to him by the god of life, Noiratrom is, for that end, a god of life as well. That explains the vegetation that covers my armour."[/i]
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The man nods, glancing over his Chaos marine... Friend? Friend may be a little farfetched, but maybe not. "Yes, I had been wondering about that for a while now... What about your name. The Jade Dragons?"
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[i]"Noiratrom's attributes can be compared to those of a great reptile. That is why we resemble dragons. We are his Jade Dragons, the keeper of his will."[/i]
