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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 25, 2010 11:56:56 GMT -5
Hey guys, as you know there is a fluff requirement for the Tag Team tournament (1/2 page minimum explaining why the armies are fighting together). I thought it would be cool for everyone to be able to see the fluff that everyone else put together, so that not only I getting to enjoy it! I'll be putting mine up as soon as Randy and I get it together!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Jun 25, 2010 15:27:26 GMT -5
So if we post it here, does that count as submitting to you?
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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 25, 2010 15:41:43 GMT -5
Yes.
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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 27, 2010 0:00:21 GMT -5
Here is some fluff for Eric and Trevor's team of Iron Hands and Ulthwe Eldar that I was told I could post up here:
Sigrium Delta. A medium sized planet in the northern Segmentum Solar sector. Its seven moons shield it from most of the sun’s scorching heat allowing all kinds of terrain and foliage to develop on its surface. With a standing population of only 1.5 billion it could be passed over as a mere refuelling and repair station. Just an inhospitable, insignificant orb floating in the depths of space. And yet here was Iron Father Strake of the 3rd Iron Hands Company. He despised the technologically devoid planet from the moment he landed with his strike force. It was three months ago that the chapter had been requested by the Adeptus Mechanicus to send a force to investigate multiple anomalies on the planet. No reason was given, none was needed. Strake knew that there was something here that the Mechanicus wanted, or something they wanted to keep hidden.
Arriving only two days ago with elements of the 1st, 3rd and 10th company at his command Strake quickly went to work investigating a nearby cliff settlement that was raised to ashes overnight but three days ago. That’s when everything about the mission changed. As if by accidentally running into each other the strike force was set upon by an unorganized band of Orks along a rocky crater filled road. Strake immediately ordered a defensive position with Sergeant Magmos and his terminators at the front creating a shield wall while Sergeant Daven and his marines fired disciplined waves of bolter fire with the help of “Iron faith” the Land Rader battle tank in the center of the strike team adding its weight of fire to the hoard of Orks. Hundreds of were shredded before they could even break into a run, those that made it close to the force were stuck down by the members of the 1st company. The enemy’s confusion allowed Cobal and his scouts to gain the high ground on a craggy peak and add their sniper rifles to the fray and take out any leaders in the mob. Techmarine Tarkus stood next to Iron Father Strake unable to deploy his Thunderfire cannon for fear that its rage would destroy the road and result in a pyrrhic victory. What had initially looked to be an easy battle was not turning out to be so however. The Orks numbers kept swelling as if the hundreds of piled dead were insignificant. Strake new the Orks well, had it been another enemy he would have ordered a charge, but with the Orks he knew they would not stop fighting until their leader was slain in battle, so Strake bided his time. By the third hour of the Orks insane charge not a single marine had been even scratched, and the Orks began to stay out of killing range behind rubble for cover. Just as Strake was about to order an advance he heard the screech of crude missiles being launched. “Take cover!” He yelled into his vox bead. The terminators braced their stance and raised their shields as several missiles thudded against their thick armour plating. The Land Raiders hull was blackened by several direct hits and the air was filled with shrapnel as many more exploded meters above them. Worst of all, Tarkus was hit directly in the torso and was flown several feet back. As Strake raised his head he saw the Orks charging with renewed vigour and with new combatants. Several Orks dreadnoughts strode forward firing salvos of rockets with each step. At the center of the mob was a massive Ork Clad in armour so thick he appeared to be a dreadnought himself, wielding massive chain axes in each hand, bellowing and screaming at his fellow Orks to surge forward. “Cobal, take your shots now!” Strake ordered through his vox as he unhooked his bolt pistol. The vox cracked with no response. Strake quickly glanced up at the ridge only to see a haze of dust and smoke. Unable to spare the time to contemplate what was happening he rushed towards the terminator line to meet the coming charge. A sonic boom from behind stopped him dead in his tracks. The world lit up as a searing beam of fire lanced out from behind their defensive position into the Orks war machines. The center Dreadnought exploded into a ball of fire knocking over the one to its left and setting several Orks ablaze. Strake would have checked where the blast had come from but before he could turn he caught sight of a band of dark warriors atop the cliff about 100 meters down the road. They appeared out no nowhere and were raining death down upon the center of Ork hoard, clad in smooth dark armour and aiming with great accuracy yet firing with little regard for conserving ammo. About 30 Orks that surrounded their leader fell within a second, all while a large grizzly shadow jumped from the cliff edge into the now open fray landing just in front of the War-boss. The massive Ork howled and began to raise his axes, but the newcomer had already swung his sickle shaped weapon in a long arch slicing the Ork clean in two. The newcomer calmly turned as another explosion of fire erupted behind the fallen War-boss. The air was filled with the sound or alien weaponry firing for a few seconds before it was clear that Orks were all dead or in retreat over the loss of their boss and war machines. The newcomer slowly walked forward until he was but 10 meters from Strake. He was a spectre of death, carrying a bladed long barrel weapon clad in skull and bone armour that made even the chaplains skull mask look inviting. By this time Strake had finally seen the shifting shapes of Eldar warriors amassed where Cobal and his scouts were once, and a Grav-tank that’s image was distorted floated behind the Land Raider. Strake walked slowly by the tense terminator squad to address there unlikely saviours. “In the name of the Holy Emperor, identify yourself and explain why you aided us!?” Strake commanded. “We are the Eldar of Ulthwe”, the response came from a robed elder who was gracefully descending the cliff face as if stepping on an invisible stair way. “And we are here to discuss the fate of this world with you.” The Eldar stopped between Strake and the skull faced warrior. His voice spoke as if he was both verbally speaking but also mentally communicating with Strake. “And what does your kind want with this world Witch?” Strake said trying to bite back the venom in his tone. “Our goals are much the same as yours, human. There is more to this world then you can possible know. Our goals in the end are the same, and I therefore have come to suggest a temporary partnership in our endeavours.” Strake relaxed somewhat as he saw that the Eldar were lowering and powering down their weapons, also Cobal and his scouts were now back in view although somewhat dazed by the Eldar witchcraft. Tarkus was also up, yet moving slowly and his armour was completely blackened. He gave Strake a gentle nod. “What exactly do you have in mind?” he sighed. The Eldar warlock spared a brief smile and began to explain how routing the remaining trespassers on Sigrium would be easier with combined forces, all the while skull faced warrior stood like a statue with its socket eyes staring into Strake.
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Post by shasodnarb on Jun 28, 2010 2:54:54 GMT -5
Very cool! In the future, is it possible that this sort of thing could somehow be turned into a semi-persistent series of narrative tournaments that extends through an entire year?
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Post by BewareOfTom on Jun 28, 2010 19:21:57 GMT -5
My team fluff will more than likely be posted up tonight, (WARNING MAY BE DOUBLE POST, lol)
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Post by BewareOfTom on Jun 28, 2010 20:17:37 GMT -5
Craft world Monkigenus necrotia slowly drifted through the vast reaches of space alongside the battle barge Victus, home to the 3rd company of the Fleshtearers. Things had not always been like this. I was but a few days before this that these two ships were locked in a fierce combat. Imperial star Date 757M41 (Ten days prior) – The fleshtearers had been fighting the orks for many weeks now. The Ork’s were an overwhelming enemy for the smallamount of fleshtearers that there was. The fleshtearers came from their home planet of Creataci an extremely hostile Death World. Normally they would have no problem with the Ork Menace but considering that they were outnumbered 7-1. The only think that kept the marines going was their strong hate blood lust and the ever powerful High librarian Myrddin. As the marines charged screaming "For sangunius, and CREATACI!!!"…
After the battle, aboard the Victus, they gathered there wounded and tended to the dead. "2 dead and 3 wounder my lord" wheezed the apothecary's servitor. Too high thought Myrddin, "Very well, now leave me" he whispered, and the servitor left without another word. "Emperors mercy... to many, we cannot keep up with these casualties.." he thought, but just as he went to stand up the veteran sergeant of squad Tartarus, Veteran seargent Viktor. "Brother-Librarian we must pull back and regroup, these orks are far to numerous for us to defeat alone....." he said, "Very well but...." sighed Myrddin, but then the alarm went off. Myrddin shouted over the vox "Helmsman, whats going on!?", static. "Sir, we must reach the bridge!" Viktor shouted, "Very well, follow me." as he ran off into the bridge.
As they reached the bridge they saw that it was in chaos, "Whats going on? why did no one answer me over the vox?" Myrddin shouted, "My apologies sire, but it seems the orks are jamming all of our signal, they seem to be overwhelming us!" cried the helmsman. "Fire back!" shouted Viktor, "We cannot, they blew off all of our primary weapon systems and all the secoundary weapons are tracking their boarding parties!". "Damn....." thought Myrddin, but then all of a sudden the ork ship exploded into a large explosion as a small sun, "What happened?" he shouted, "They...they exploded!" the helmsman gasped, "Look Myrddin! It's ELDAR!!".“Sire, the eldar ship is hailing* us!” Put it on the main screen...
As the picture of a Farseer appeared on the main screen of the ship. “Librarian, I hope you found our assistance helpful?” “ Indeed it was…… I don’t want to sound ungrateful but why did you save us?” “Well captain it appears that we ourselves are in quite a bind. It seems that another craftworld have sided with the chaos, we can only assume that their minds have been tainted by that of the Eye of Terror. We need your help in erraticating them.” “ Well I feel that we are inclined to help you, but we would be called traitors by the imperium, and I'm sorry but I am not willing to risk that.” “ Well Librarian all I can say to that is What the emperor dosent know won’t hurt him! I will give you 2 days to decide, weather your fate is the same as that of the Ork’s. Goodbye Librarian.” With that the screen went blank…… “What shall we do Brother-Librarian?” “I don’t know Viktor……”
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Post by Darius on Jun 29, 2010 19:45:35 GMT -5
Good old Eldar... always up to their tricks...
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Post by BewareOfTom on Jun 29, 2010 20:02:52 GMT -5
yes and I have a feeling there is no other craft world >.<
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Post by Darius on Jun 29, 2010 21:22:46 GMT -5
Well I can assure you there will be another craft-world at this conflict... One that is indeed "changed" by Chaos, but is by no means an ally of it
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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 29, 2010 23:49:13 GMT -5
I think there will be at least 4 Eldar armies at this event, not including those of the Dark variety.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Jun 30, 2010 5:44:40 GMT -5
.... so much for that "dying race" rumor!
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Post by Tommy on Jun 30, 2010 20:09:57 GMT -5
The Fate Of Alaris 5
Alaris 5, Sector 7, The remaining rebels from inquisitor Torus’s heresy are on the run from Cadian Platoon 17, and from space marine forces from the Salamander chapter. The renegades had no other choice but to push forward, and seize the relic they came here for. This relic was one that was said to be forged directly from the chaos gods, and it is said to be implanted in the base of a temple, somewhere in Sector 7. The tales of this artefact also caught the attention of a Big mek of the speed freaks clan. By Ork word of mouth the story was presented to him as a “Magik Spiky bit that’d be real good for building, and make things real good at krumpin”, the Mek confident in the word of his boyz set off with a small force, and gunned it for Alaris 5. Somehow the Orks landed directly in Sector 7, and when they exited their craft, they realized that they had miraculously landed inches away from the temple where the relic was held. Torus’s renegades saw a bright flash and explosion light up a temple in the distance, and ran like maniacs toward their “sign form the chaos gods”. Upon arriving at the temple they saw a huge scrappy looking rocket that sat outside a huge ominous temple. The rebels rushed towards the doors of the temple, and opened them expectedly. A mob of Orks sat around a larger Ork tinkering with a device, hollering and hooting advice to the larger Ork before receiving a swift knock to the head. The rebels stood in awe at the door for a long while before raising their weapons, and each aiming at the confused Orks. Before they could fire there was a definite “click”, and the entire room was alit with chaotic energies, the Mek was surrounded by energies emanating from the relic. Then the light dimmed, and the bewildered Orks finally noticed the “humies”. The renegades gazed in awe at the newly transformed Mek, a daemonic gleam in his eyes, a chaos tattoo engraved in his skull. Sergeant Rolands was the first to kneel, with the others following suit, The renegades found what they needed, something to worship, something to die for. The Big Mek spoke in a voice that seemed to come from within them all, “Boyz we’ve got some new recruits, these chaos “humies” are gonna make sure none of my boyz hafta do any dirty work around here”. With that the traitors started digging trenches and fortifications around the temple, as the Orks brawled, built, and raced along the temple. The familiar sight of drop pods falling in the distance, only made the rebels work harder, and the Orks build faster. “Tomorrow were gonna show those “beakies” that Orks are the toughest, and with the relic, and our endless supply of “humies” we can’t be beatz”!
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Post by Mythweaver on Jun 30, 2010 23:53:03 GMT -5
Here follows the Fluff for our Tag Team Army
Glossary
Tau Suffis - Primitive Planet D'Nari - Suffis Sept Capital City Kau'Ui He'Korst - "Unforgiven" The D'Nari Cadre Shas'El Ta'Var - Cadre Co-Commander Ko'Vash Tau'Va - For the Greater Good
Eldar Saim Hann - Cosmic Serpent Myytti Kutoja - Mythweaver AthesBahar - High Wind or Clan Lord Idainn - Farseer Athesdan - High Warlock Dyann - Guardians Falchu - Bird of Prey SercomBelach - Webway Gate Cherital - My Love or just Love
Cast of Characters Illyria Falchu-Myytti Kutoja - Commander of the Birds of Prey Wing, 2nd in Command of the Myytti Kutoja Clan
Shas'El Ta'Var Ro'Retha - Co-Commander of the D'Nari Cadre
Rheannaria Falchu - Exiled Autarch of the Saim Hann Craftworld, Leader of the Falchu Exodites on Suffis
Irruviel Myytti Kutoja - Chief Farseer and Autarch (Clan Leader) of the Myytti Kutoja on the Saim Hann Craftworld
Ariscarrion - Athesdan of the Birds of Prey Wing
A Convergence of Power, Mind, Body and Spirit
Illyria reclined on the soft couch within her tent. The meeting with the Tau Shas'El had gone much better than she anticipated. Thanks in no small part to her sister, the once great but now exiled Autarch of Saim Hann's Myytti Kutoja Clan. Rheanarria Falchu had negotiated peaceful trade between her Exodites and the Tau'Ui He'Korst of D'Nari. When Shas'El Ta'Var Ro'Retha informed Illyria of Shas'O D'Narb's decision to lend support to her and the members or her wing, her relief could be felt by the Wild Riders around her.
Clearing her mind, Illyria began the song that would cross space and time and put her in touch with her Lord and lover. As her spirit broke free of her body, the Idainn sensed the guards outside as they prepared to protect her at her most vulnerable. Moving through the nearby SercomBelach, she traversed the distance to the Saim Hann Craftworld in moments. A journey of many days completed in but a few heartbeats. Reaching further, searching for the warmth of her Life mate's mind and spirit, Illyria prepared in her mind the report she must give. Hoping to betray as little of the fear and longing she felt in her heart.
"You have finally returned Cherital, I hope all is not as we feared." The power of his spirit infused her, the voice of his mind taking hold of her, easing the strain of the mind-link.
"My heart sings, AthesBahar, to feel so near to you. Though our parting was but a few weeks ago it seems an eternity." A sense of unease brushed against her mind, a sending from the Dyann outside her tent, tension was growing around the Webway. "As much as I wish to spend more time expressing my heart to you, things are coming to a head on Suffis. Rhean has put me in contact with the Tau contingent on the island that holds our Webway Gate. Because of her the Tau have agreed to aid us in protecting the gate from the enemies arraying themselves throughout the system. The Harlequin's were not remiss in their report to you. There is indeed a great convergence of power about to take place here. I know not it's source but have tasked the Swooping Hawks and Walker pilots to get the answers we need. As you are well aware my Lord, if the gate falls to our enemies our Craftworld will face dangers beyond reckoning. Speak with the Clans. Bring reinforcements as soon as possible..."
Athesdan Ariscarrion broke their personal wards and into their conversation. A sense of excitement permeating his being. "My Lord, M'Lady, please forgive me this intrusion. My Lady, we are under attack..."
With a thought, Irruviel, Lord of the Myytti Kutoja Clan forced the Warlock from their minds. "Iddainn Illyria, return to your wing. Hold the gate at all costs. I will appeal to the Clan Chiefs for the aid you require. That Rheannaria aids you will make swaying them difficult..." As the situation became more heated on Suffis the connection between Illyria and Irruviel became hard to maintain.
Bringing to mind the divination she received during her meeting with the Tau, Illyria Mythweaver spoke to her Lord as his Farseer, not his lover. " I sense lines will be crossed and unimaginable alliances made. The planet Suffis will be forever changed in the days to come. I will not allow the gate to fall into enemy hands. If you do not arrive in time with reinforcements, we will seal the Webway. If needed I will fill the void created by our actions with my own spirit to lock it shut. But if you do come to me, my Cherital, remember this phrase: Ko'Vash Tau'Va! - For the Greater Good!
Her spirit leapt back to her body, after a moment of disorientation she began issuing orders to her Wild Riders. The Tau warriors looked on with growing respect as the Eldar arrayed themselves for war. Never speaking a word but moving in unison and with purpose, as if guided by an unseen power.
Battle was Joined!!
Brad White, June 30/2010
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Post by timzeentch on Jul 1, 2010 23:01:55 GMT -5
This is the fluff for Tim and Adam's Ork and Chaos Space Marine team.
Big Mekk Grug Makktog and da boyz drive recklessly through a desert wasteland. The sand flies through the air as the trukks fishtale through the dunes. They race up the hill in dramatic fashion, bashing into each other as they go. They reach the top and the trukks slam on their breaks.
“I’s da winna!” Nob Zurg yells from the cab of the trukk. But Grug is not listening. He is looking into the valley beneath them. Below in valley a massive battle awaits them. The units of the Green Legion of Chaos are in a brutal standoff with the Ultramarines. A final stand awaits both armies as their remaining troops wait for reinforcements to arrive. The khorne bezerkers of the Green Legion scream their mighty battle cry and sprint towards the marines. The Ultramarines fire towards them from behind a ruined building. Bullets fly and axes are swung in a bloody massacre. Units from both sides pour into the battle. Suddenly, the sky blackens. The Green Legion’s mighty daemon prince swoops down upon the Ultramarines. He stands in front of the Ultramarines with an evil grin. The will of Slaanesh calls to him and he swings his sword, cutting several in half in a single blow.
The Orks, watching the battle, smile with excitement as the watch the bloodshed below.
“Lets get dem humies!” Nob Trog screams.
“No” the Big Mekk crys, “Zurg won da race. He gets to have da fun!” Nob Zurg jumps into the back of the trukk and with a cab full of boys, races do the valley to join in the battle. The trukk smashes into a squad of bezerkers and the boys fly through the air, swinging at anything they pass. Heads from all three faction fall to the blood soaked sand. Zurg raises his big choppa and slices through a unit a marine. But the crossfire is too much for the orks. A final blow from the daemon prince sends the Nob flying again through the air. The Big Mekk watches on from above as the last ork is slaughtered.
“I’ll show dem humies!” Grug Makktog yells as he grabs his mighty Shokk Attakk Gun from the back of his trukk. He sucks up a couple of snottlings and aims at the valley. “Which one should I hit?” Grug asks his fellow greenskins.
“Da Big Un! Da Big Un dat got Zurg!” the orks cry to him. Grug looks down the scope of his huge gun and takes aim at the Daemon Prince. He charges up his gun and fires at the monster. The gun hits a unit of Ultramarines at the far end of the valley. They scream in pain as the snotlings rip and tear at their skin from inside their armour. “You missed ‘im! AGAIN AGAIN!” the orks cry. The Mekk takes another shot at the Prince and the mass of snotling energy blows up a Ultramarine dreadnaught. More shots are taken at the Daemon Prince and the land squarely on squads of Ultramarines.
“We are losing to many! Retreat!” the Ultramarine commander crys. The Ultramarines run back past the valley as the Green Legion fires their bolters at their defeated foes.
“Dis no work! Lets get em boys!” Grug calls to his boys. They jump in their trukks and drive towards the Green Legion. When the reach the bottom, the Green Legion are standing at ease. The Orks pile out of the trukk and race towards them with their axes raised high. Feet before the orks reach the Green Legion, the psychic powers of the Daemon Prince stop them in their tracks. They halt in front of them as the Lord of the Green Legion walks towards the Mekk.
“You have pleased the Chaos gods. There is an artifact on the planet we require-”
“I get it. You green, we green. Just show us da umies to smash!” say the Mekk. Suddenly, a swarm of Ultramarine Thunderhawks fly over the ridge. Marines unload by the thousands in the valley. With a massive “WAAAAAGH!” the Orks jump back in their trukks and gun it towards the Ultramarines. The Green Legion Lord turns towards his army. “Well, what are you waiting for! Remember, aim for the Blue. Not the green!”
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