Descent of the Angels
Leonatius Maximus, Captain of the Angels Encarmine 1st company turned to face his men, a beam of sunlight glinted off his white armour. Thick plates covered the muscular body of the Astartes, the power armour cast around his form as if it was a second skin. The plates a pearly white colour and his loin cloth and cape a deep rep. The artisan forged armour was beautifully engraved with droplets of blood and extravagant trims along the edge, gold and silver decoration hung from his pauldrons and protruded from his greaves and a set of raven black wings held strong off his ornate single thruster jump pack. His face was handsome and his skin was tanned and clean, deep blue eyes where inset into his head and platinum blonde hair flowed in the low breeze inside the temple. One thing was odd though, his men only caught a glimpse of it as his hair flickered like a tempered flame. A scar running from his right hand ear across his jaw line, no one usually saw it though his death mask, it was a wound he had gained whilst fighting Orks during the slaughtering of Warboss Lenni 'Massive-Lad' and his Waagh! on his home planet.
Leonatius was a veteran of countless thousands of battles, slayings Orks, chaos, traitorous Imperial denizens and other filthy xeno's all alike. He had worked his way into the first company over the past 600 years. He spent a further 200 years in the first company before his promotion to captain after the death of the legendary captain Tyler whom died on Ellrayn VII during the siege of the capital city. After his promotion to captain the chapter master knew where his heir was heading, his favoured warrior, his champion he was destined to lead the sanguinary guard into the thick bloody mist of battle.
“Men today, we fight an enemy whom outnumber us 10’000 to one, but we will be triumphant, Numbers cannot desecrate sheer skill and superior prowess” spoke Leonatius in a stern voice before looking over his men who where clothed in the same artisan forged Artificier armour of the mighty Angels Encarmine chapter armoury, bearing the horrifically beautiful Death Masks, images of mighty Angels faces at there demise.
“For Sanguinus” the team roared as one.
The five men turned and looked around the golden temple, scrolls and artwork hung from the walls and a light breeze rolled over the marble floors and beams of light bounced off the polished floor and walls, lighting the entire hall up like an angelic palace.
Several hours passed before the god like men boarded their assault craft wielding their impressive glaive encarmine' and angelus pattern bolters strapped to their gauntlets, small wings crafted into the weapons made them even more beautiful.
The aircraft's engines roared and the craft shook violently as the thrusters engaged. The whirring noise of the metal work screeched as it spun around and scraped together, the ships engines rocked and vibrated the pistons crashing down. A single mighty boom shocked the ground below the craft as the engine jetted off the secluded moon and towards the unlucky victims of the Angels Encarmine.
Last edited by Ste; 08-05-10 at 10:03 AM.