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Here is the start of my fluff/story for my space marine chapter.
any critisim is accepted, good or bad and shall be duly noted.
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Captain Detrius stood atop the fortified walls of his fortress, looking out across the deserted plains of the lost world of Adeptus Nine. The barren land was charcoal black, nothing lived on it but him and his company of Space Marines. He belonged to a Chapter of a short history, but of undeniable ferocity and skill, the Emperors Fist. Only the finest warriors were admited after the most rigorus intiation rituals and tests. Each warrior had already proved himself a Space marine, the emperor's finest, but to become part of the legendary 1st company of the Emperor's Fist was something completely different. Each warrior was adorned in the finest armour, each holding a blessed bolter. Silver armour glistened in the fading light of the worlds two suns. Gold trim lined the armour, distinguishing one warrior from the next. The black soft armour like the shadow of night, pitch black. The gold crest on top of their helmets twinkled in the light of dusk. their eyes glowed a soft red, each one having seen thousands of years of battle. Silent they stood, line upon line of these magnificent warriors, the best in the Imperium. Behind them towered the legendary suits of terminator armour, first company black armour, metallic weapons, these were the companies finest warriors, encased in the Imperiums finest armour. At the very back of the formation stood the select few who would serve the emperor, again. The towering suits of tactical Terminator armour cast a shadow over all around them. The blessed few who would continue their service as the revered dreadnoughts. power crackled down their power claws, the barrels of their assaultcannons slowly swiveling. each rumoured to having served next to the emperor himself when he once walked among men. Yet another sunset fell on Fortress Isador.
Thanks again
hope you liked it.
any critisim is accepted, good or bad and shall be duly noted.
Thanks
Captain Detrius stood atop the fortified walls of his fortress, looking out across the deserted plains of the lost world of Adeptus Nine. The barren land was charcoal black, nothing lived on it but him and his company of Space Marines. He belonged to a Chapter of a short history, but of undeniable ferocity and skill, the Emperors Fist. Only the finest warriors were admited after the most rigorus intiation rituals and tests. Each warrior had already proved himself a Space marine, the emperor's finest, but to become part of the legendary 1st company of the Emperor's Fist was something completely different. Each warrior was adorned in the finest armour, each holding a blessed bolter. Silver armour glistened in the fading light of the worlds two suns. Gold trim lined the armour, distinguishing one warrior from the next. The black soft armour like the shadow of night, pitch black. The gold crest on top of their helmets twinkled in the light of dusk. their eyes glowed a soft red, each one having seen thousands of years of battle. Silent they stood, line upon line of these magnificent warriors, the best in the Imperium. Behind them towered the legendary suits of terminator armour, first company black armour, metallic weapons, these were the companies finest warriors, encased in the Imperiums finest armour. At the very back of the formation stood the select few who would serve the emperor, again. The towering suits of tactical Terminator armour cast a shadow over all around them. The blessed few who would continue their service as the revered dreadnoughts. power crackled down their power claws, the barrels of their assaultcannons slowly swiveling. each rumoured to having served next to the emperor himself when he once walked among men. Yet another sunset fell on Fortress Isador.
Thanks again