I've always loved writing fiction for the games I play and I've finally gotten around penning out the story to my Chaos Space Marine army and thought it was about time I posted some of it here. Hope you guys enjoy.

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“Soon my brothers,” Ramiel surveyed his battle brothers behind him, landing his gaze on Tabris. “You’ll smell their stench soon enough.” The Marines readied themselves, not one making a noise, steady and prepared for what was to come. True to his word a foul odour crossed their heightened senses followed quickly by the loud clanking of crude metal armor. Ramiel twitched slightly, guiding one’s mind through the warp was no trivial matter. He and his brother Librarians had all known abnormally high psychic potential but with such power came an even greater need for control. He and his command squad of the Sons of Fortune’s 1st Company had been tracking the Orks for days, not an especially difficult task. Orks were not the most discrete or cunning of foes, deadly sure enough but not so mentally inclined. Focusing his powers he was able to use one of the lesser Orks, snottlings the savages called them, as a conduit to listen in on the rest. Tapping into the creatures mind was easy enough and their Nob had no qualms towards boisterously shouting his orders and battle plans alike.

Ramiel leaned in hard against the rubble he and his command squad and concealed themselves in. He clenched his force axe tightly as the Orks scuttled by, unaware of the ambush laid out against them. “NOW!” Ramiel cried over his vox caster which was soon met by loud cries of For the Emperor. Revealing themselves the Marine burst from their cover and opened fire on the mobs of Orks marching through their ranks. Bolt upon bolt tore into the green skins’ ranks, severing limbs and rupturing insides.

“We’z in da fight ladz” the Nob bellowed over his underlings. With a mighty cry the Orks raised their vicious close combat weapons and scattered into the marine lines, a move Ramiel had expected. These Xenos knew little else but fighting so fighting would be their first reaction. The Orks scattered and charged headlong towards the Marines surrounding them, leaping and pushing their way through their fallen. Beside him Ramiel watched Tabris quickly unsheathe his power sword. The roar of chainsword motors coming alive echoed off the battered walls around them. Ramiel had no more than a single breath’s time before they were on them.

One of the xenos swept his crude choppa, aiming to sever Ramiel at the neck. Without a second’s hesitation Ramiel fell to one knee, as the blade passed over head he swept his force axe cleanly through the creature’s stomach, spilling a stream of gore before him. The next Ork was not far behind his fallen comrade. With what little time he had Ramiel focused his mind to the warp once more. Drawing upon its tempest he drew the energies through his body. A feeling Ramiel could never quite get accustomed to. With each draw of its power came a feeling of ease and clarity of spirit but at the same time in the back of his mind a sense of dread and foreboding, an ever present line he dare not cross. Harnessing the power now imbued within him he could see the Orks move as if in slow motion. Each sweep of their muscle bound arms a slow and cumbersome action easily avoided, each feint and dodge obvious and readily predicted.

Blow after blow he cut a bloody swathe through the Xenos scum. Limb after severed limb he watched the Orks look in greater apprehension towards their Nob. With every step gained he came closer to that same hulking monstrosity. If the Nob fell the Orks would break. Only the creature’s gaze terrified the foul xenos more than the holy might of the Astartes. Remove him and they were easily routed and Ramiel knew this. He eyed brother Tabris leading the rest of his command squad on a daring counter attack to draw the Orks towards themselves. The man understood how Ramiel thought, the two having served together for nearly a century. With each blood soaked sweep of his power sword he created a larger opening for Ramiel, an opening Ramiel would be sure not to waste.

Watching the tide of the melee he saw his chance and with one more xenos dead at his feet he came to the Nob. The creature noticed him immediately and with the force of a tank blast swung his power claw at Ramiel. Narrowly avoiding the blow Ramiel ducked right as the claw severed a portion of his shoulder armor. Before the Ork could brace himself Ramiel pivoted left to the Ork’s side and dug his force axe deep into the creature’s chest. Even this blow seemed to do little to halt the blood frenzied xenos. With his mighty arm he siezed Ramiel by the throat and lifted him off the ground, slowly tightening his grip with a large toothy grin. With little time to spare Ramiel once again turned to the Warp. With his psychically tuned weapon still inches deep in the creature’s chest he drew the power of the immaterium through his blade, searing the very creature’s soul. The energy rushing through the Ork burst insides and tore away at his very life force. The grip around his neck loosened as blood dripped from every orifice in the Ork’s body. With one last gurgled cough the monster crashed to the earth. Picking himself up Ramiel surveyed the hulking Carcass, “may the rest of your cursed race meet the same fate filthy xenos.”

Red, this is an awesome read, really well written and I think it would be awesome if done in audio.