[NetEpic] Khorne Chaos Titan Legion.

From: Mike <slannesh_at_...>
Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 14:35:57 -0000

Well here's post #1 on the Chaos Titan Legions. Enjoy!

Mutilus
Muttar Dilathius


Senior Princept Muttar Dilathius stood watch over the last retreating
remnants of the Legion he led on the assault of Terra.

    "Blast! how could we have come so close and yet been defeated so
thouroughly? Legio Mortis, it should not have been the Death's Head
assaulting the Palace... it should have been us!"

    As the last remaining Titans of the Flaming Skulls boarded the
transports word came from the high command that Horus had indeed been
slain by the Emperor and that the defeat of the Chaos forces was
indeed total.

"Horus be praised," murmured Muttar "his name will live on forever,
may the Imperium of man never forget what has transpired this day.
Vengance will come for us."

    The trip out of the Terran system brought many close calls with
several small fleets of Imperial vessels but none of the ships in
Muttar's group were lost. This was fortunate because the Flaming
SKulls had sustained over 90% casualties in the final battle against
Legio Metalica in the last hours of combat. Legio Metalica had also
been severly hurt in the fighting as the two immense legions of giant
machines battled Volcano cannon to Volcano cannon, Power fist to
Power fist. Now, in this final reprise after the battles that had
been fought over the many months since his Corruption, and he did
believe corruption was the correct word, Muttar now realized both the
power he now weilded in the name of Khorne and his total betrayal of
Mankind. He did not care. Man had become weak and passive, not fittng
to command a warrior such as himself and the men and Titans he
commanded in the Flaming Skulls. Legio Skeltonus, the 'offical' name
of the Flaming Skulls had been stricken from all Imperial records and
the name cast out in many ceremonies by the Adeptus Terra.

    "Unfortunate, that we should be so disgraced, they should honor
us for bringing such glorious battle to them." Muttar paused to
consider what he had just said and momentarily shuddered with
revulsion. How long ago was it that he had fought side by side with
Legio Metalica as an ally rather than enemy? It seemed like years,
yet in reality, it was only months. Long after the first whispers had
begun in his mind of great battles to be fought and mighty empires to
be crushed he had still fought first and foremost for the Emperor,
venerating that name along side countless others in other Titan
orders of the Adeptus Titanicus and the Adeptus Astra. How many of
these former 'brothers' had he personally killed in the last few
months? Hundreds? Thousands? He had lost count weeks ago. Shaking his
head to clear his thoughts he went to the Cargo bay and sat with his
Titan, the one being he felt could understand him. Afterall
Skullcrusher was free from emotion, free from most limitations of the
flesh. A perfect beast in Muttar's eyes, he realized that he did
indeed love his Titan. For many years had they fought together,
against who did not matter any longer, as long as they had the
familiar sensations of each other they were unstoppable.

    Much later after an arduous journey through the Warp the
transport finally re-entered realspace, if you could call the Eye of
Terror realspace. Here, where Warp and Real space intermingled freely
and the Chaos Gods and Daemons reigned supreme there were unspeakable
horrors that would drive a normal man insane in an instant. Muttar
was no longer a normal man. He had been merely touched by Khorne, The
Great Destroyer and such things bothered him no more than the buzzing
of a mere insect. Boarding SKullcrusher, he strode foreword to see
his new home.

    The planet he found himself on was barren, there was no
vegetation to speak of and Chaos creatures ran about unrestrained,
fighting with each other and occasionally watching them with a
mixture of Hatred and Awe. A Bloodletter strayed too close to
Skullcrusher and almost without thinking Muttar triggered his Plasma
Cannon and vaporized the Beast in the fury of plasma fire. When none
of the other creatures moved to assist their fallen comrade Muttar
wondered what exactly HAD transpired that he suddenly seemed to
command such respect among creatures he would have moments before
assumed would have enjoyed devouring his body and torturing his soul
as much as looking at him. Always quick thinking and never one to
take things for granted he began the long trek to the appointed
meeting place where he was to finally meet his Master.

    The trek across the bone colored plains was rather uneventful,
aside from the occasional blood colored rain that fell from the dark
ashen sky it was almost totally without incident. Finally after
several hours of walking Skullcrusher's sensors picked up what
appeared to be a huge structure on the horizon. As the Palace of
Khorne came into view Muttar was gripped by both awe and dread. the
main building seemed to be the skull of an impossibly large creature,
who in life would have been able to swallow his Warlord Class Titan
whole. Several spires of some black shiny rock, possible obsidian
rose to form almost a cage around the skull. there were bands of
brass all over the structure and several flags flew on the spires
prominently displaying the symbols of Khorne in dried blood upon them.

    As he maneuvered Skullcrusher to the maw of the skull he was
joined by several Bloodthirsters which flanked him on all sides.

"So this is how I am to pay for my treachery? Torn to pieces with my
beloved Titan by those who I had come to call ally?" thought Muttar.
This was not to be the case. For these Bloodthirsters were the
personal servants and honour guard of Khorne himself. Several hundred
metres into the complex it became too cramped for Muttar to continue
in Skullcrusher so he was forced to disembark. Now on foot,
surrounded by at least ten creatures that could kill him with little
more than a misplaced step he realized just how puny and vulnerable
he truly was.

    Suddenly a great voice rumbled from beyond a portal ahead of him.
 
"Step foreword great warrior. Meet thy Master!"

    Suddenly seized by a resolve that surprised him he fearlessly
strode foreword to the source of the voice, A great winged being that
resembled a Bloodthirster but was so much more.

"Khorne! I, Muttar Dilathius, Senior Princept of the Flaming Skulls
Titan Legion, submit to you."

    Muttar fell to his knees as he recognized the malignant power
before him.

"Rise. You have served me well. Do you see this pile of Skulls that I
sit atop?"

"Yes, Master."

"Each of these is the Skull of one of my Champions. many thousands
sit here right now. Also I from time to time sit upon the skulls of
the greatest of my enemies. You Muttar have placed many skulls in my
pile over the last several months. Many great warriors have you and
your Flaming Skulls slain. For this I honor you."

"Master..." stammered Muttar, "I am unworthy of your honor."

"SILENCE! You do me dishonor my not accepting your greatness. It is
one of your most repulsive human traits. Only the fierce Orks surpass
Humans in terms of sheer ferocity and they lack the intelligence to
properly perform anything but mindless slaughter."

Khorne stood at this point, rising to his full 50 foot height to
tower above even the massive Bloodthirsters that still occupied the
room.

"Human, do you accept your greatness in battle?"

"If it your will, Master, I do."

"Good. It has been many, many of your years since I have had one so
naturally gifted for combat. There is only one other among you that I
deem worthy to personally represent me. That is why I have decided to
give you both a gift. Angron has already received his."

    From the shadows Angron came, no longer a man, but a perversion
of one. Half man and half Bloodthirster he had grown from his
impressive 7' height of a Space Marine to almost 25' with a great
Daemon sword now clutched in his talons. He now spoke.

"Muttar, we have fought together in many battles. We will, Khorne
willing, continue to do so. All you must do is accept your gift."

    Muttar, struck dumb by the sight of the man he had come to know
so
well in the battles that the World Eaters had so valiantly fought
side by side with the Flaming Skulls in, and who was now obviously so
much more than a man could hardly stammer, "Of course I will accept
my gift. It would dishonor my Lord Khorne to do otherwise."

    Khorne spoke again at this point, "You are right Muttar, and now
that you have accepted my gift, true power will be yours!"

    Muttar lost all sense of time and direction as millions of bolts
of energy arced from Khorne's outstretched hands and into his body.
The agony was almost unbearable, and then it increased tenfold as his
body was literally consumed in the fires of Chaos. Muttar's screams
went without a voice as he no longer had a body to exude them, it was
now that he lost conciousness, horrified that he would endure an
eternity of tourture for his sins.

    When next he awoke he was aware of something, different, somehow.
He could not 'see' or 'feel' in any way that he recognized but it was
also strangely familiar to him. He had the sensation of standing,
although he was not sure how he could be doing this while unconscious.
Suddenly the reality of what he had become came crashing down on him
with a scream of primal joy, no longer did he have a mortal body, no
longer did Skullcrusher exist, for in losing the trappings of flesh
he had been given a new, powerful body, one he knew intimately. The
strange sensations he was feeling were the sensors that he used to
have to rely upon visual screens and neural links to see. Now they
were HIS sensors, he and his Titan had become one in the truest sense
of the word.

    Thus Mutilus was born!

Stats will follow in my next message.
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