RE: [NetEpic ML] [NetEpic] Khorne Chaos Titan Legion.

From: Karlsen Rune <rune.karlsen_at_...>
Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2000 09:02:49 +0200

        Great story! I have a little Slann story of my own, maybe i should
        post it. It's not that long, and probably a little inaccurate, but i
rather
        like it :-)

        Rune

                -----Original Message-----
                From: Mike [mailto:slannesh_at_...]
                Sent: 2000-04-13 16:36
                To: netepic_at_egroups.com
                Subject: [NetEpic ML] [NetEpic] Khorne Chaos Titan
Legion.

                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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