Another small update. This where it can be cut to remove the Malal stuff, just take on the orginal ending and away we go. I'll write the Malal stuff though just to give it a chance
The History Of The Dark Talons - Part 2.5
Written by Hephesto and Jacobite
(Original idea belongs to Heph so all credit to him)
So we began our service to our new master. Not because of duty, or training since birth, but of our own will and ambition for vengeance of those that had betrayed us.
I was joined by the other survivors of the dungeons and together we formed a new Chapter. The Dark Talons. The majority of us were former Dark Hands but there were others, others like the Space Wolf and second Iron Drake. We were lead by Tanthus and First Captain Retrave. Now you may be the Dark Hand of Death, Anadrius, sent by the Emperor to exact his will upon your enemies but I became a Dark Talon of the Gaur: sharp, swift, deadly. For over a decade I fought as a Lieutenant against the Val-Gaur’s rival’s both Imperial and Chaos, crushing his opponent’s skulls beneath armoured boot. We were his personal bodyguards and every victory we won replenished our ranks with more and more Astartes seeing the truth. Our numbers swelled to three hundred, then four and finally there were seven hundred of us. We grew rich, powerful… and over confident, we soon learnt the price of our loyalty.
‘As is your punishment traitor, your own arrogance and lust for power has dammed you!’ interrupted Anadrius, ‘so for crimes against the Emperor, for desertion and heresy I sentence you to death’
(This is the cut point, just add on the orginal ending here)
‘Oh shut up you pompass ass’ laughed the restrained man, ‘I haven’t finished yet, the story is only halfway told. Now if you would let me finish…’
His voice trailed off, waiting for the answer. Before giving the go ahead Anadrius quickly spoke into his radio. It seemed they still had time before the enemy broke through. Grudgingly he nodded. The fallen Astartes continued his voice now barely a whisper:
Malal will be up tomorrow or Saturday with luck
The History Of The Dark Talons - Part 2.5
Written by Hephesto and Jacobite
(Original idea belongs to Heph so all credit to him)
So we began our service to our new master. Not because of duty, or training since birth, but of our own will and ambition for vengeance of those that had betrayed us.
I was joined by the other survivors of the dungeons and together we formed a new Chapter. The Dark Talons. The majority of us were former Dark Hands but there were others, others like the Space Wolf and second Iron Drake. We were lead by Tanthus and First Captain Retrave. Now you may be the Dark Hand of Death, Anadrius, sent by the Emperor to exact his will upon your enemies but I became a Dark Talon of the Gaur: sharp, swift, deadly. For over a decade I fought as a Lieutenant against the Val-Gaur’s rival’s both Imperial and Chaos, crushing his opponent’s skulls beneath armoured boot. We were his personal bodyguards and every victory we won replenished our ranks with more and more Astartes seeing the truth. Our numbers swelled to three hundred, then four and finally there were seven hundred of us. We grew rich, powerful… and over confident, we soon learnt the price of our loyalty.
‘As is your punishment traitor, your own arrogance and lust for power has dammed you!’ interrupted Anadrius, ‘so for crimes against the Emperor, for desertion and heresy I sentence you to death’
(This is the cut point, just add on the orginal ending here)
‘Oh shut up you pompass ass’ laughed the restrained man, ‘I haven’t finished yet, the story is only halfway told. Now if you would let me finish…’
His voice trailed off, waiting for the answer. Before giving the go ahead Anadrius quickly spoke into his radio. It seemed they still had time before the enemy broke through. Grudgingly he nodded. The fallen Astartes continued his voice now barely a whisper:
Malal will be up tomorrow or Saturday with luck