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Attelus and Kalakor didn't bother with stealth or subtlety, and the Space Marine led the way as they stepped out of the corridor and onto the hangar's catwalk. Instantly las and solid shots rained against Kalakor's power armour, and Kalakor raised his bolter and replied in kind. Attelus slipped past Kalakor and, in a split second, took in his surroundings. The docking bay was now crawling with dozens of cultists and guardsmen. Two huge, hunched, horned daemons were amongst them, standing head and shoulders taller than any of the Resurrected. Grinning, Attelus smashed aside a few shots and vaulted over the handrail. His sword sliced through one unlucky cultist from head to the groin as he was in mid-fall. Attelus landed into a kneel then lunged across six metres to cut through the chest of a guardsman as he was raising his lasgun. The throne agent whipped out his foot in a hook kick which sent the corpse's upper half flying and spinning, then smashing into the skull of a charging cultist who collapsed and crashed into a guardsman beside him. He laughed and dashed aside a withering hail of shots that followed him as he continued to sprint. A cultist stepped into his path; a chainsword held ready. Attelus slid into a kneel, and the chainsword swing, which was meant to tear through his torso, passed over his head. Attelus gutted the cultist with a horizontal cut, darted onto the screaming cultist's flank, then onward, so the rounds raining in his wake tore the heretic to shreds. He charged for the enemy flank, a Marangerian trooper roared at Attelus, stabbing with a bayonet. Attelus sidestepped, then bisected the Maragerian's skull with a downward, diagonal stroke. A cultist let out an enraged screech and came at Attelus, but before Attelus could counter the cultist's stabbing combat blade, the bastard's head exploded in a haze of red and sent spinning back, the neck spewing out a thick tendril of blood. Attelus back-pedalled a Velrosian sergeant's whirling chainsword, then his sword parried through a swinging lasgun. Attelus sent a side-kick that bashed in the last guardsman's face. Attelus' backswing then opened the sergeant's throat. He carried his slash into a 180-degree arc that sliced through the elbows of a cultist as he was in the midst of a wild overhead chop. A thrusting bayonet made Attelus duck, then as the enemy guardsman was about to swing out the butt of his lasgun Attelus kicked him under the jaw with his boot knife; Attelus pulled his foot out and kicked the man back into his ally. Attelus blocked a slashing axe, then weaved beneath another cutting chainsword. He then impaled the axe-wielding cultist through the skull, pulled out his blade, then sliced straight diagonally from the shoulder to hip of the guardswoman sergeant with the chainsword. A split second later, one of the daemons burst through its Resurrected allies; it snarled and, with a sword as long as it was tall, smashed out a downward, diagonal strike. Attelus danced back of it, then ducked its huge reverse swing. The second daemon pushed past the first's left and swung down vertically. Attelus dashed out of its path, and the black, hazed with blood-red blade hit the deck with a deafening clang and smashed in some of the steel. "Get out of the way," Kalakor said over the vox, and Attelus started darting toward the stairs. Two frag grenades clanged at the daemons' clawed feet and exploded. It sent them and the six nearest Resurrected flying. Attelus sprinted up the stairs while drawing his autopistol from its chest holster and stood beside Kalakor. "You are a fool," said the Raven Guard as he fired bolter round after bolter into the enemy horde, which seemed to grow and grow. "Why did you abandon cover and an elevated position?" Attelus took cover behind the marine and added his piddling fire to Kalakor's roaring deluge. "Mostly out of fun," said Attelus. "And a little so I can be a distraction for you to be able to kill as many of the enemy as possible." Kalakor sighed. "You aim for the mortals; I will take care of the Bloodletters." "Bloodletters?" said Attelus while sending a cultist cracking, bouncing down the stairs with around to the chest. "Is that what they're called?" With incredible speed, Kalakor ejected his empty clip and reloaded. "You are a part of the Inquisition, but you do not know what those daemons are named?" Attelus shrugged as he darted back from a brief fusillade. "We're Ordo Hereticus; the daemonic isn't our speciality. I do know that they are in the service of the blood god, though." "But you still ally with Xenos, despite the fact that you are not Ordo Xenos, but the alien is not your speciality, either." Attelus said nothing, just cut down a guardsman as he was starting to advance up the stairs. His vox bead beeped. "We're about to enter the city," said Darrance. "Get ready for-" "Yes, yes," said Attelus. "Evasive manoeuvres, we know." "Hold on to me," said Kalakor as he magneti
Some nineteen or so years after the events surrounding the Great War of Au Kaktir and all of the resulting aftermath, the world of the planet Zegandaria is vastly different, and time has left its mark on those heroes who have survived - and they are not all that many. The planet is immeasurably more technologically advanced and filled with a strange, oppressive atmosphere. Sasia is married with two sons, and Zorin is a veteran hero and university professor of military science. Rule is in the hands of a supreme sovereign, Om Gur Nal, who controls the physical and mental state of everyone. The friends come together to unravel the mystery of a religious cult threatening the security of the polis. But what is their surprise when they begin to realize that things are much deeper. Somewhere out there, each of their minds has been cruelly brainwashed by the infamous Doctor Gad ‘Di Enn, who wants complete dominion over the surviving remnants of the planet's population. A humane doctor guarron - Ser Mac Zon. An evil archivist - Kazuk Mon - leader of a fanatical religious cult. An ingenious inventor and bringer of a new faith - Archibald Peos. And Jonathan Sacklin - a mad champion of science. And many of the characters won't just be black and white characters. Mark, Sasia, Zorin, and Durnyam, along with Detective Boss' men, will try to get to the bottom of the whole leper reality just to find their own demons. And in the end, they will each experience their own Hell. And Hell will turn out to be a little different from what practically everyone thought it would be. Many traitors will play a part in it all, and redemption will be given to a few, and those who thought they were capable of making it to the very end will fail. But in the end a way out and a natural denouement will be found. And a chance for a new life!
In the very distant future, a fierce war is being fought between two super-city-states, Ensarian and Imgradon, on the planet Zegandaria over the resources zegandarian kevlarite and interon fuel. The two camps begin the clash lightly as a joke with good intentions much like children, but from a minor dispute and local conflict, it quickly grows and spreads to the entire planet, and later even reaches universal proportions. Many other distant planets such as Sebur Nag and Osonia are also involved. Gradually, all the racial, moral and religious faults in the views of the inhabitants of the planet become apparent, who for some unknown reason cannot coexist. Two brave teams of adventurers race against time in their attempt to stop or at least reduce the hostilities and the never-ending fire of hatred to be extinguished.
It is said that it is just a story, no one knows whether it is true or not.
What can one do without a family? Mom's face is the first thing to see when one is born. Imagine you lived alone from the age of 10 or 11. And you are now 18 and still living with the family of the father's best friend.
Still Standing is a fantasy that has been living in Don Solenberger's mind for many years, yearning to be told. Don's mother homesteaded on the Dakota plains and often retold the story of a wagon rolling into town with its passengers suffering from arrow wounds. Don worked for the Connecticut Life Insurance Company, who had as an early president, Jacob Greene, the best man at the wedding of George Armstrong Custer and Elizabeth Bacon. He has had a lifelong fascination with Civil War history. He was intrigued by the life of Custer's widow, who outlived her husband by 54 years. She became a woman entrepreneur, mostly retelling her husband's exploits in books and worldwide lecture tours. Her devotion prompted the thought, "What might have happened to two ambitious lovers had the Battle of the Little Big Horn not separated them?"
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Love isn't always black and white.
Victoria Liva Channing is somewhat of an unusual phenomenon. She can see things others can't, feel things others don't, and say things others won't. Being the first female Alpha in history has its perks, but it's not all fun in games. When Victoria is captured by the Rogue’s, she meets her mate.
the story is about the year 2056 when the president,montegomery changed the way we live.he seperated everone under 18.the others where chosen leaders.without adults the children have to learn many new skills.the story is told by the leader of group 36, lilian .
Two years ago I never thought it would all end. I never pictured me being one of them to end it. To be thrust into fame. For two years me and two of my friends were top of the world, and then for some reason to be blamed for something we never did. But in reality we may be the only ones to stop it. Again.
Attelus and Kalakor didn't bother with stealth or subtlety, and the Space Marine led the way as they stepped out of the corridor and onto the hangar's catwalk. Instantly las and solid shots rained against Kalakor's power armour, and Kalakor raised his bolter and replied in kind. Attelus slipped past Kalakor and, in a split second, took in his surroundings. The docking bay was now crawling with dozens of cultists and guardsmen. Two huge, hunched, horned daemons were amongst them, standing head and shoulders taller than any of the Resurrected. Grinning, Attelus smashed aside a few shots and vaulted over the handrail. His sword sliced through one unlucky cultist from head to the groin as he was in mid-fall. Attelus landed into a kneel then lunged across six metres to cut through the chest of a guardsman as he was raising his lasgun. The throne agent whipped out his foot in a hook kick which sent the corpse's upper half flying and spinning, then smashing into the skull of a charging cultist who collapsed and crashed into a guardsman beside him. He laughed and dashed aside a withering hail of shots that followed him as he continued to sprint. A cultist stepped into his path; a chainsword held ready. Attelus slid into a kneel, and the chainsword swing, which was meant to tear through his torso, passed over his head. Attelus gutted the cultist with a horizontal cut, darted onto the screaming cultist's flank, then onward, so the rounds raining in his wake tore the heretic to shreds. He charged for the enemy flank, a Marangerian trooper roared at Attelus, stabbing with a bayonet. Attelus sidestepped, then bisected the Maragerian's skull with a downward, diagonal stroke. A cultist let out an enraged screech and came at Attelus, but before Attelus could counter the cultist's stabbing combat blade, the bastard's head exploded in a haze of red and sent spinning back, the neck spewing out a thick tendril of blood. Attelus back-pedalled a Velrosian sergeant's whirling chainsword, then his sword parried through a swinging lasgun. Attelus sent a side-kick that bashed in the last guardsman's face. Attelus' backswing then opened the sergeant's throat. He carried his slash into a 180-degree arc that sliced through the elbows of a cultist as he was in the midst of a wild overhead chop. A thrusting bayonet made Attelus duck, then as the enemy guardsman was about to swing out the butt of his lasgun Attelus kicked him under the jaw with his boot knife; Attelus pulled his foot out and kicked the man back into his ally. Attelus blocked a slashing axe, then weaved beneath another cutting chainsword. He then impaled the axe-wielding cultist through the skull, pulled out his blade, then sliced straight diagonally from the shoulder to hip of the guardswoman sergeant with the chainsword. A split second later, one of the daemons burst through its Resurrected allies; it snarled and, with a sword as long as it was tall, smashed out a downward, diagonal strike. Attelus danced back of it, then ducked its huge reverse swing. The second daemon pushed past the first's left and swung down vertically. Attelus dashed out of its path, and the black, hazed with blood-red blade hit the deck with a deafening clang and smashed in some of the steel. "Get out of the way," Kalakor said over the vox, and Attelus started darting toward the stairs. Two frag grenades clanged at the daemons' clawed feet and exploded. It sent them and the six nearest Resurrected flying. Attelus sprinted up the stairs while drawing his autopistol from its chest holster and stood beside Kalakor. "You are a fool," said the Raven Guard as he fired bolter round after bolter into the enemy horde, which seemed to grow and grow. "Why did you abandon cover and an elevated position?" Attelus took cover behind the marine and added his piddling fire to Kalakor's roaring deluge. "Mostly out of fun," said Attelus. "And a little so I can be a distraction for you to be able to kill as many of the enemy as possible." Kalakor sighed. "You aim for the mortals; I will take care of the Bloodletters." "Bloodletters?" said Attelus while sending a cultist cracking, bouncing down the stairs with around to the chest. "Is that what they're called?" With incredible speed, Kalakor ejected his empty clip and reloaded. "You are a part of the Inquisition, but you do not know what those daemons are named?" Attelus shrugged as he darted back from a brief fusillade. "We're Ordo Hereticus; the daemonic isn't our speciality. I do know that they are in the service of the blood god, though." "But you still ally with Xenos, despite the fact that you are not Ordo Xenos, but the alien is not your speciality, either." Attelus said nothing, just cut down a guardsman as he was starting to advance up the stairs. His vox bead beeped. "We're about to enter the city," said Darrance. "Get ready for-" "Yes, yes," said Attelus. "Evasive manoeuvres, we know." "Hold on to me," said Kalakor as he magneti
Some nineteen or so years after the events surrounding the Great War of Au Kaktir and all of the resulting aftermath, the world of the planet Zegandaria is vastly different, and time has left its mark on those heroes who have survived - and they are not all that many. The planet is immeasurably more technologically advanced and filled with a strange, oppressive atmosphere. Sasia is married with two sons, and Zorin is a veteran hero and university professor of military science. Rule is in the hands of a supreme sovereign, Om Gur Nal, who controls the physical and mental state of everyone. The friends come together to unravel the mystery of a religious cult threatening the security of the polis. But what is their surprise when they begin to realize that things are much deeper. Somewhere out there, each of their minds has been cruelly brainwashed by the infamous Doctor Gad ‘Di Enn, who wants complete dominion over the surviving remnants of the planet's population. A humane doctor guarron - Ser Mac Zon. An evil archivist - Kazuk Mon - leader of a fanatical religious cult. An ingenious inventor and bringer of a new faith - Archibald Peos. And Jonathan Sacklin - a mad champion of science. And many of the characters won't just be black and white characters. Mark, Sasia, Zorin, and Durnyam, along with Detective Boss' men, will try to get to the bottom of the whole leper reality just to find their own demons. And in the end, they will each experience their own Hell. And Hell will turn out to be a little different from what practically everyone thought it would be. Many traitors will play a part in it all, and redemption will be given to a few, and those who thought they were capable of making it to the very end will fail. But in the end a way out and a natural denouement will be found. And a chance for a new life!
In the very distant future, a fierce war is being fought between two super-city-states, Ensarian and Imgradon, on the planet Zegandaria over the resources zegandarian kevlarite and interon fuel. The two camps begin the clash lightly as a joke with good intentions much like children, but from a minor dispute and local conflict, it quickly grows and spreads to the entire planet, and later even reaches universal proportions. Many other distant planets such as Sebur Nag and Osonia are also involved. Gradually, all the racial, moral and religious faults in the views of the inhabitants of the planet become apparent, who for some unknown reason cannot coexist. Two brave teams of adventurers race against time in their attempt to stop or at least reduce the hostilities and the never-ending fire of hatred to be extinguished.
It is said that it is just a story, no one knows whether it is true or not.
What can one do without a family? Mom's face is the first thing to see when one is born. Imagine you lived alone from the age of 10 or 11. And you are now 18 and still living with the family of the father's best friend.
Still Standing is a fantasy that has been living in Don Solenberger's mind for many years, yearning to be told. Don's mother homesteaded on the Dakota plains and often retold the story of a wagon rolling into town with its passengers suffering from arrow wounds. Don worked for the Connecticut Life Insurance Company, who had as an early president, Jacob Greene, the best man at the wedding of George Armstrong Custer and Elizabeth Bacon. He has had a lifelong fascination with Civil War history. He was intrigued by the life of Custer's widow, who outlived her husband by 54 years. She became a woman entrepreneur, mostly retelling her husband's exploits in books and worldwide lecture tours. Her devotion prompted the thought, "What might have happened to two ambitious lovers had the Battle of the Little Big Horn not separated them?"
For more info visit: gotwaldcreationportfolio.com/still-standing/
Love isn't always black and white.
Victoria Liva Channing is somewhat of an unusual phenomenon. She can see things others can't, feel things others don't, and say things others won't. Being the first female Alpha in history has its perks, but it's not all fun in games. When Victoria is captured by the Rogue’s, she meets her mate.
the story is about the year 2056 when the president,montegomery changed the way we live.he seperated everone under 18.the others where chosen leaders.without adults the children have to learn many new skills.the story is told by the leader of group 36, lilian .
Two years ago I never thought it would all end. I never pictured me being one of them to end it. To be thrust into fame. For two years me and two of my friends were top of the world, and then for some reason to be blamed for something we never did. But in reality we may be the only ones to stop it. Again.