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Artimus The Warpbound



Howdy, this is my fluff for my Chaos Sorcerer soon to be created for my new Black Legion Army, this is going to be more like a story then anything, it is not complete now and will take a long time to complete I will update it almost every day, if not certainly every week.


The story comprises of chapters, from his beginnings to becoming a marine, sorcerer, a powerful sorcerer and the many battles and wars he has took place in and leading a war band of the Black Legion, enjoy. Criticisms and comments, replies are all welcome, each chapter will be improved if needed to be.


Chapter One: Scumbag.
 

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Chapter One: Scumbag.

Chapter One: Scumbag.






The levels of power and influence on Rathax, one of the largest hivecities on Cthonia were determined by which level one was born on. Those who dwell in the clouds of the upper atmosphere are the rich - those who have made their fortune from the suffering of those bellow. Those in the middle levels barely scrap a living and those at the bottom are the most unfortunate of all, where conflict, stealing and death were just facts of life.



Many superstitions thrived and played on the peoples hopes... and fears in the underworld. There were tales of a land of fortune and hope, on the banks of the river Thax. The only river preserved ecosystem on the planet. The rest of the planet was ruined by the expanding and ever growing population and industrialization of Cthonia.



Apparently there were lush tree's, animals to hunt and soft grass to lay upon, everyone of the lower city dreamed of traversing to this land, but it was on the other side of the planet... Too far away, but not for some.



Artimus swore that he would take him and his family to this land to settle or find a more permanent income in the lower city, but competition was fierce and living in the far distance land of Thax was a more feasible opportunity then finding work.



Advancing to the upper levels was also impossible, the was a fear on every level of society that those below them would steal their jobs and houses, so private security firms refused entry for the most desperate of all... Artimus had tried to gain entry countless times, but with no luck. His only chance of providing for his mother and father was to join one of the hive gangs, but their popularity was debatable because there were rumors that terrified all. Rumors of huge armored men, two meters tall and almost the same wide with the strength to crush skulls in their monstrous hands and apparently they are impervious to gun fire.



But there was no choice for most and Artimus was no different to them in that respect, but what did make him unique was his exceptional fighting prowess and intelligence, years of fighting and violence hardened Artimus into becoming a cold blooded killer. His ruthlessness caused bereavements in his family as enemy's killed them all, one by one... Until he was all alone. The only loyalty he knew was to his comrades who's lives were also pretty short, he was on the verge of suicide when one incident changed his life, forever.

The thirty men who oversaw the transaction stood silently in the warehouse, watching the two leaders shaking hands.. Millions worth of oil had just swapped hands, a huge deal which would transform the political landscape of the gangs.



Artimus stood, arms crossed looking around the warehouse, something didn't seem right, he could feel something was about to happen... He thought it was instinct and maybe it was from years of fighting and the betrayals he had been subjected too, but his senses had never failed him yet.



Was his company about to be double crossed ? Who knows, but he doubted that... He had gained a reputation as a fierce warrior who has entered the myths and legends of the underworld by his insane charges at groups of heavily armed gangsters with only a blade and pistol at his side. He could see a lot of attention was being brought to him even though he was just apart of the security detail, the 30 best warriors of opposing factions stood opposing each other, it would be a fight of epic proportions if anything was to break out.



Artmius had carved a life for himself in his dark world out of violence and betrayal, but it is not what he needed. His life had no purpose, was he there just to exist and make those below him suffer ? He hoped not but at the back of his mind whispered a voice which told him in the end he would cause more suffering then he did joy.



He longed for real glory, glory which was not limited to the scumbags of the hivegangs or the children who idolized them, no. He wanted all people to see him as a hero, how could he do this ? The Imperial guard was an option but he would rather shoot himself then die unremembered upon the millions who are slaughtered fighting aliens... Space marines ? He knew of Primarch Horus, son of the Emperor and son of Cthonia, of his legion and the Space Marines who were conquering the Galaxy but that was a mere dream, no scum like him could ever be a Space Marine.



Two large trucks reversed blocking the only exist out of the warehouse, the semi darkness sent a chill down all the gangsters spines, no one knows what could happen, the constant paranoia was obvious but perhaps it was nothing new of those who lived their lives trusting no one.



Artmius waited and waited... The oil was slowly being loaded, but then... An almighty bang and the fickle lighting was extinguished, then the trucks exploded in flame, the screaming of the drivers caused the two sides to fire rapidly into the air until suddenly the firing ceased and the sound of bodies collapsing on the far side of the room and an eery fizzing sound made Artimus and his comrades panic, but only he realized what was happening, gas attack..



He ran, ran into the darkness, he fell over and decided to run towards the fire, the only source of light which was the illuminated corner of the warehouse, he dived into one of the metal containers, which was fireproof. Fantastic he thought... sealing the lid he found himself breathing very slowly so he did not inhale the toxic combination to a lethal degree... But his fear of dieing from carbon monoxide was eliminated when another noise more peculiar, became a prelude for the heat of flames to die away, it quickly eliminated the noise, heat and presence of the fire... This confused Artimus and was he not in such an odd situation he would be more inclined to investigate.. But he lay still, he could hear voices and the sound of very heavy, things... Moving. Soon followed by an exasperated gasp.



“Bloody hell Markus, the Commander said capture the potentials, not almost kill them...” the deep voice muttered gently as it passed the container Artimus lay in, it's heavy footsteps crushing the debris as it approached the pile of knocked out gangsters.



“Yeah, well last time you ended up killing three, the Commander was pissed with you then wasn't he ? Oh yeah, siphon the fuel out of their vehicles while they were being chased, ingenious. Im surprised the Warmaster didn't pick you to be at the forefront of the Crusade.” Markus chided, but then he broke into a fit of laughter before he continued to speak his voice was clear and loud but sounded echoed as if he was wearing a helmet... Who were these men ?



“Well, we better start loading these scumbags, I want to get back to the citadel for dinner... Thirty is more then they wanted, maybe this will be the first step to leaving this dead end assignment..” he ranted. Artimus was in complete confusion he had no idea what was happening and just lay there listening into the strangers talk.



“Hey, so much for internal intelligence. First off, there's 29 of them.. Four of them are dead, bullets to the head, torso, and legs.. Probably due to fright and fear of being back stabbed they opened fire randomly, didn't think of that one, did you ?” Markus's companion spat out, Artimus gathered that this man must have the **** took out of him a lot for his clumsy work.



Markus laughed loudly once more, infact he roared.



“Oh, Zantos, you make me laugh, how long have you been a marine now ? Look how dark it is, now.. I know we can see perfectly in the dark, but use your initiative. Humans, average Humans, well.. Crafty Humans... Know how to hide. The first thing I did, coming into this crowded warehouse was to set my vision to thermal and I can see our crafty little friend hiding in that cargo box... Im surprised you couldn't smell him” He laughed his echoing voice once more consumed the warehouse but now a strange mix of fear, anger and an unknown influence came over Artimus, jumping out of the create he charged blindly roaring unrepeatable insult at the legionnaires he shot at the monster to see the bullets merely deflected off his Armour and hit the walls of the warehouse.



In desperation Artimus went to strike the monster in the helmet with his foot and Markus merely laughed his insane laugh. Catching Artmius's foot and an unimaginable pain was gifted onto Artimus as the Marine plunged his fist into Artimus's chest breaking ribs, and causing blood to spurt out of his mouth uncontrollably.



Falling to the floor Artimus lay completely still his vision becoming blurred, he had one last response to give, he could hear Zantos swearing at Markus and Markus replied hastily demanding he saved the gangsters life... But Artimus wanted another say in the situation he was forced into... His hand slowly traveled to one of his pockets and he pulled the pin on a grenade... The marines didn't notice this at first, they were bickering but he had no idea what over.. But throwing the grenade he roared defiantly:



“See you in hell !” He angrily spat his supposed last words throwing the grenade at the two Marines, he saw one of the Marines catch it and throw it... This made Artimus despair as he accepted his fate... His last memories of the scene was Markus taking his helmet off and bending down to look Artimus in the eyes, the amount of scarring that he bore was surreal even for men of the underworld to lay eyes upon.



“I like that one, I have a feeling he may be one of today's success stories..” Markus said in his deep voice and with that Artimus fainted.
 
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