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#Post#: 3918--------------------------------------------------
Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: Segovax
Date: May 12, 2016, 6:56 am
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Prison break
The dripping of water wakes Segovax from his sleep, his eyes
ringed black as the room he sits in. Leaning on the cell door
his body bruised and torn from the incessant torture and
questioning of the inquisitors. He growls as he gets up, three
ribs cracked and uncountable puncture and slashing wounds dot
his muscle packed body. He cannot see where its coming from but
he can hear it constantly drip, drip, drip, drip. This is
driving me to the edge he thinks to himself or has it already?
Outside he can hear the guards just barely through the five
inches of solid metal probably talking about what I did to the
psychers his face cracks into a unnerving grin couldn’t stand my
memory’s. Guess I can relate. The lights were suddenly turned
on; Segovax shielded his eyes from the blinding white.
All he did was smile as he could hear the guards coming in to
retrieve him and send him off to one of the thousands of torture
chambers on this ship. He could hear the cocking of bolters as
they activated his shock collar forcing Segovax to his feet, he
snarled and he could hear the guards tense and brace to fire
they send only humans to retrieve me this time, what a shame for
them he starts to leave the room and his sight begins to return.
He was right in the sense of the guards being normal men, ten
held bolters to his head as the other two held long poles that
with a prick would paralyze even a space marine. Leading the
group would normally be an inquisitor, mostly it was a old man
but this time a small young woman lead the guards to the chamber
‘and where is the old man, girl’ Segovax grunted. The commander
silently kept walking down the dark hallway, Segovax saw this as
a challenge as he gave a unnerving grin ‘I hear a lot of things
on this ship, I heard a little story from some of the guardsmen
an interesting tale or tales’ as her body language turned closer
and closer to a fit of rage Segovax just became more bold from
this little entertainment ‘I heard that the ships entire cabal
of psyches have either thrown themselves out of the air locks or
bashed their brains in… All because of my memory’s leaking into
their dreams’ he begin to chuckle as the commander stopped ‘you
like to talk heretic. Well after this beating I’m afraid that
you will not be talking or returning to your cell’ her voice
like a whip crack in the quiet hallways.
Segovax’s grin just grew wider as the lights blinked out. It did
not take long but the sound of the guards being brutally torn,
bashed and broken by the world eater rang out as a prologue to
the horrors about to be committed across the prison ship.
Segovax was towering over the woman when the light flashed back
to life; his eyes were feral with the need to kill. His body
covered in blood and a thin sheen of sweat, he was about to kill
her when he saw her face. A Caucasian woman starred back with
her black black eyes and ashen hair contrasting to her pale
white skin. In his mind a small memory jumped into life, it was
fuzzy but she was there. Another giant started to run down the
corridor chasing down retreating guards. He laughed as he mashed
them underfoot and then his black eyes caught the commander’s
gaze of surprise and shock. The giant grunted as he ran towards
her, growling like a beast with growing intensity. But suddenly
it stopped with a bone-crunching crack. The warrior fell to his
back as Segovax stood over him, tearing a pole from the wall
with a grunt of effort and groan of metal he started beating the
dazed warrior to death. When he started his pole hit the face of
the warrior, when he finished there was only the pole and walls
covered with blood, bone and brain matter.
Segovax turned to the woman who caught up with her senses ‘well’
he growled ‘guess you owe me’ Segovax said with a smirk. The
woman started to back away and run Segovax could not shake the
feeling of following her but he knew that this ship was under
his control. The prisoners had already signed pacts with him and
now with the opposition dead at his feet he knew what was to
happen next among the chaos of the slaughter of the guardsmen by
the 1200 captured veteran chaos space marines and countless
cultists. He shouts into the maelstrom of violence as he emerges
into a prison block “WELL ISN’T IT A LOVELY
#Post#: 4008--------------------------------------------------
Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: muffin-heretic
Date: May 12, 2016, 3:39 pm
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Awsome :D
So you got the soft spot for the aggressive woman?
Yea, if you don't mind it, I'll have you in the Rp in the next
turn :D
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: May 12, 2016, 3:50 pm
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Indeed, 'tis a marvellous peice of work here.
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: Lucan Tyrius
Date: May 12, 2016, 3:50 pm
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Nice...
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: zornuzkull
Date: May 12, 2016, 3:59 pm
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Nice wall Pablo... ;D
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: Segovax
Date: May 12, 2016, 5:02 pm
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Thanks guys I really appreciate the feed back :D
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: Segovax
Date: June 5, 2016, 6:08 am
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Butcher King
Segovax sat in the command throne of the prison ship, the
metallic smell of blood and fire still lingering as the body’s
were heaped up and burned across the ship after the
“retribution” some of the word bearers are calling it. Segovax
looked out across the grey command deck, his eyes and mind since
loosing all color and his mind loosing what little human feeling
he had left. The world eater tensed as he heard giant metal,
boots echo behind him ‘we are ready, my lord’ the rebreather
distorted voice called. Segovax just grimly looked out of the
armor glass into the black void ‘good’ he growled ‘we must deal
with our recent… Betrayal’ the warrior behind him went silent
for a few seconds before replying ‘we will my lord, by his
blood’ beating his chest with a clenched fist. Segovax heard the
warrior behind him marching out of the room with a hiss of the
opening and closing of doors. He snarled at the dusty old
memory’s that come flooding back into his mind ‘The blood of the
gods is all that matters, bloody traitors’.
The ships shields groaned as hundreds of warheads struck the
flickering shields of the black prison ship “FULL SPEED AHEAD”
Segovax vox’s to the bridge crew as he stands in a boarding pod
shoulder to shoulder with his twitchy brothers, their breath and
agitation growing more rapid and blood thirsty with each impact
of a warhead against the thick hull “ARE WE READY FOR A
MASSACRE!” Segovax yells as he puts on his snarling, demonic
helm. The warriors of Khorne answer the butcher kings question
with bestial shouts and smashing of their helms and chests with
their fists. Segovax hears a vox call from his lieutenant
Skrall, the night lords voice able to inspire fear into even the
most fanatical of the emperors devoted ‘my lord the rest of the
pods are ready and it seems that your… Offering to the gods has
shut down most of the enemy fleets shields and weapons’ Segovax
could not help but smile at the thought of the butchery onboard
the enemy ships, his pale lips peeling back to show a row of
filed, black teeth.
The lights suddenly dimmed to a dull red as the pod sealed off
the doors and the engines were heated up, a demonic servitors
voice echoing in his helms internal vox ‘where shall I plot your
entry Lord’ Segovax chuckled as he spoke ‘the bridge of course’.
Suddenly the pod jerked as it was shot out of the Prison ship
and struck the enemy ship within mere seconds with a violent
scream of metal on metal. The hatch suddenly opened and the
compacted berserkers leaped out with roaring chain swords and
chain axes, Segovax strode through the hatch to see the heaped
and stinking dead, at least half of the bridge crew and guards
have been slaughtered. Their tainted body’s leaking so much
blood that the floor was already slick with a growing river of
blood and the rest of the crew had not even fully realized what
had happened.
Segovax walked over the mound of dead that had began to pile up
through the ranks of computers and monitors, the wet crunch
sating the nails ever hungry need for blood and extreme
violence. The Capitan’s seat held a giant encased in a suit of
metallic red and gold, his body twitching and convulsing as he
tried to unpin as harpoon that had pinned him to the chair, his
face straining and blood leaking from his eyes, mouth and ears.
Not only just from the harpoon but also Segovax’s presence made
all psykers see, hear and feel the countless dead that he had
slaughtered over his uncountable centuries of war, their
tortured faces screaming as they recognized the giant snarling
helm as their prior doom, but it were all but an echo of the
past playing constantly in the Sorcerers mind ‘Thanos’ Segovax
sneered as he placed a hand on the end of the harpoon. The
sorcerer glared at the butcher through blood shot eyes as
Segovax leaned in ‘where is it, tell me where the blood of the
gods is and I will make your punishment for betraying me
painless’.
The sorcerer spat a goblet of blood onto the armor of the
butcher king, Segovax reply’s by pushing the harpoon deeper
before grabbing the two half’s of the exposed head of the
sorcerer in his hands and tearing it in half with a grunt of
effort, showering his snarling helm in gore and bone fragments.
The door was suddenly blasted open and through the smoke and ash
of the smoldering door Skrall walks through, the night lord’s
armor is festooned with trophies of justice. Some fresh and
others old, his helmet faceplate was covered with the skinned
face of one of our betrayers, his cloak flowing behind him a
stitched artwork of flayed, human skin ‘Are we late my lord’ his
voice edgy and excited as he flicks blood off his twin swords,
Frey a flaying blade and troth a armor piercing monster.
Segovax crushes the two screaming halves of the sorcerers head
in his grasp and he unhitches his two short handled power axes
‘come Skrall we must find where this sorcerer is hiding our
treasure’ Skrall laughs as he follows Segovax down the burning,
corpse choked hallways.
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: muffin-heretic
Date: June 5, 2016, 4:32 pm
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Sego is not really an interigator on that Sorceror ;D
I like it, it's plenty of gore and all sides of Khornate
goodness.
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: Segovax
Date: August 7, 2016, 7:03 am
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Death to the traitor
“FORWARD, YOUR BUCTHER COMMANDS IT DOGS!” the battle cry
reverberating across the metal corridors walls as the momentum
of the boarding party increased with every second, the ship
shuddered as it was cleared in a tidal wave of ever increasing
blood and rage, room by room, deck by deck ‘Just like the old
days’ Segovax thought to himself as he battered a cultist with a
back hand swipe, hundreds of Bezerkers followed him in the main
push for the heart of the ship as Skrall led the night lords
behind the advance of Segovax to kill any survivors of the main
push. The world eaters charged across the ship with little
resistance from the Cultist forces as most died under the
stampede of hundreds of armored boots which left no room for
them to fire weapons or run. Segovax could hear his twin hearts
pounding as he crushed a wounded cultist underneath his armored
boot, the kill was rewarded by the nails with a fresh supply of
adrenalin that made Segovax grind his teeth in pleasure as he
senses were free of the dullness of the nails.
He could see the sliding armored cerimite doors at the end of
the chamber begin to close; Segovax bit his lip, drawing dark
blood. He did not want, no, he couldn’t let the momentum of the
attack to be stopped so soon ‘GOROG, FIST FRONT!’ Segovax
bellowed to his bezerker Capitan. The bare chested, frothing
madman just spat out a wad of gathering froth from his mouth as
he forced his legs to leap his spiked semi-armored body in front
of the braying horde of madmen and warriors. Gorog wore no helm,
allowing his tanned, leathery skin to fold back in a roar as his
black top knot whipped behind him as he held his near bare arm
in front of him, the power fist fused to the end of his hand
sparking into life as he leaped into the cerimite door with his
fist first.
The sound was a deafening boom as the door was torn in one punch
from the wall. The stunned and terrified cultists had little
time to react as they were washed away in the gathering tide of
bezerkers and blood. Segovax lost control as he slaughtered
countless cultists and the odd Sorceror in a haze of brutality
and feral release after being penned up for so long with no war
to wage. After the initial slaughter the large room was filled
with the torn body’s of the dead and dying. At the end of the
room gallons of blood drained to the end of the room, moving by
itself by itself. Like metal shards to a magnet, the Butcher
king knew what it was and followed the trail, his breath hot as
he tasted and smelt the metallic tang of the blood and rage that
left the taste on your tongue. The trail lead to a large pit in
the ground, the blood flowed into a simple metal sarcophagus at
the bottom of the pit, and standing behind the metal box was the
traitor himself, chanting in some infernal language ‘Tolbeck!”
growled Segovax as he jumped into the pit, the sorcerer opened
his eyes with surprised playing off his features ‘S...Segovax.
But I had more time’. The butcher king slowly strode towards the
confused sorcerer, dragging his axe across the decking, chunks
of flesh and bone loosening from the teeth of the weapon “Bone
Render”.
Tolbeck took a step back as he looked up ‘you have betrayed me…
YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME’ he screamed as he held his head in pain
from the cursed soul of Segovax as he saw the rising corpses of
thousands of Xenos, humans and Astarte’s rise up and claw at
him, all Segovax saw was the thrashing Sorcerer on the ground
fighting off invisible foes. The world eaters were finished with
the last of the traitor forces and stood around the lip of the
pit, growling and snarling as they struggled to control the
murderous beast inside of all world eaters. Segovax stood over
the Sorcerer and spoke ‘I give you no honor in death for you
never deserved any in life. Where is my relic’. The Sorcerer
pointed a shaking finger towards the sarcophagus and Segovax
grabbed the appendage and pushed it back into his hand with a
wet snap of bone and flesh crunching. ‘Now I give you your
peace. traitor’. Segovax mashed the screaming his head of
Tolbeck with a boot, every stamp sending pleasure into his brain
as the nails rewarded the brutality.
Behind him the sarcophagus shuddered as the blood of the traitor
flowed into the box, Segovax took a step closer gripping his axe
tightly. Suddenly the box exploded in a fountain of gore,
Segovax swore he could hear the screaming of long dead men and
women but he pushed the thoughts from his head as he sought
control of his men “HOLD!” he yelled as he saw a naked woman
floating above the sarcophagus, blood covered her pale body and
clumped in her ashen hair. Segovax recognized her instantly and
loosened the grip on his weapon as he took a step closer, she
started to fall to the ground and Segovax quickly held out his
hands to catch her, his weapon suspended from the chains that
wrapped the huge forearms of the world eater, an old tradition
of the legion. The woman was cradled in the butcher kings arms
like a child as Segovax looked into the eyes of the woman and
she looked back, her eyes were like a child’s, full of innocence
and still holding the spark of hope and joy. Segovax’s on the
other hand were sunken into his head, and were blood shot. A
result from sleep deprivation and the insane amounts of
adrenaline flowing throughout his system, Segovax felt something
as he held her, something he had not felt for a long time. No
pain or anger just peace without the need for bloodshed.
The warm thought was pushed aside as Gorog reported to him
‘Lord, we have killed all we can find. The word bearers and
night lords are mopping up around the rest of the ship’. Segovax
suddenly woke up and turned around his face looking less grim
than it has been ‘I have found the relic and the woman. We are
finished here appoint this ship to Skrall, he has earned it’.
Gorog looked confused for a few seconds but soon bowed and went
to find Skrall. The woman held her head as her deliriousness
continued ‘where are we going?’ she asked Dunkley, Segovax
looked down at her with caring eyes ‘Home’ he simply responded
as he exited the massacre, leaving it behind him.
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Re: Segovax, the blood cursed
DIR By: Lucan Tyrius
Date: August 7, 2016, 5:15 pm
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Interesting...
I look forward to more ;D
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