~~ Morning of Fate ~~

An every Astartes who came to this world a long time ago would find a mysterious note on top of their head. Each being identical.

"Dear <your characters name here>,

I fear that you, men of legend, machines of strength, creatures of power, have lived long on a world which you do not understand. Come to the West Ocean, where the dragon sleeps and the water falls, where the last light of spring will shine and guide you.

I have rested, only to awaken and prevent the disasters to come. Certainly you have noticed the rise of tides, the stronger winds, the hotter veins within the mountains, the rising amount of accidents among the population. Droughts and worsened crops. Perhaps even you may feel more tired than usual, or even drained to some degree.

It is the darkness that rests of this world. The civilization that lived before your purge, 'The Great Crusade' as you and your Emperor called it, had built and maintained that prison. Now it is up to you to maintain it, or all will fall. Come to the place I described, I am awaiting your arrival. The last day of spring will be in two weeks, so you have not much time. Hurry, or more than just this world will be covered into darkness.
​

Signed - Hyrtakuvizius"

And indeed the different Astartes would have experienced awkward phenomenons over the last few months. An entire field of carrots had gone bad on harvest day, just like that. And nothing else. Only the carrots.

Pigs would have suddenly overcome by a virus that caused them to eat one another. Milk of Cows gone bad the moment it left the animal. Miscarriages among humans even were noted to have spiked. There was no explanation behind it, except that the population was scared and feared for the worst, turning more and more toward the legends in order to save them.

The farseer and druid of the woods though was barely visited, given nobody wanted to be eaten by his majestic creature. The smith in the mountain was visited so that they could forge weapons to fight and rise against others which they deemed cursed. Even wanderers from one village to another were sometimes killed, as they became more isolationists towards strangers and wanting nobody from neighboring villages.

A world-wide revolt was at foot, would said legends and men of iron and steel would do nothing against the origin of the 'curse'.

While the world was also usually peaceful in nature, certain... Evolutions have been spotted. The forests being haunted by wasps five times their usual size and their venoms so poisonous that they kill humans in seconds. Spiders in the size of a round shield, trapping humans and eating them alive. Stags capable of resisting an arrow to their heart and avenging their families at the hunters. Bears that dare to wander to villages and raid the homes for food. Even a monster said of the size of a house and a tree as a weapon is said to rest toward the west. It never dares to attack, but the villagers of New Opalheim claim that it stalks them and it lets them not sleep as it growls and roars. They claim even it is a tactic to catch them off-guard as they are not rested and would be incapable of defending themselves.

The rumors have spread of such beast even to the furthest to the north-east, where the Forgemaster of this world resided. But that, was only one of many monsters that has appeared over the last days.


OOC Note #1: Map:
(Credits to this guy: Kazouro ; also put on 1st post)



OOC Note #2: Intro Post:
Please post about your travels to Adranur where you meet up before marching to your designated location.


OOC Note #3: Player & Character List:
(also posted on 1st post)

@lord-watchman - Farseer Dominus Magus
@High_Adept_Zeth - Builder Cadras Drakkon
@Xaphen - Lordship Karr "The Red Wave"
@Vulpas - The Ash Father Marcellus

Dominus magus walked out of his forest for the first time in a centuary his armor its shining red had faded slightly and his sword was wraped on his back with a animal skin, two vilagers saw him leave the forest then saw his companion behind him a bag attached to her back "tell the elder the wize one has left the forest" as one of them spoke they saw him look at them his helmet showed no sign of acnoliging them and he walked off in the direction of the meeting point, the lioness walked at his side as they passed the vilage

OOC: Awesome map

Karr kissed his wife and then rested his hand on his son's head. Moving eye to eye to him he gave him a light smile. Several little scars made up Karr's face. Each of them a defining moment in his long history of combat. Karr got on one knee, and even then he was still several feet taller than the boy.

"Papa, why do you have to leave? I thought we were supposed to train all season and then we could finally go hunting those wasps!" The boy, Erom told his father. He sounded more excited about the trip than his father's exodus.

"I will return by the end of the season and I promise will go hunting all night and day if you wish. I need to go now to.... see your uncles." Karr replied softly before picking himself up. He began to climb into his metal clad carriage. The giant transport had used ten horses to move the giant metal construct, but it was needed to carry all the equipment and the sheer weight of Karr.

Before entering he turned to his wife. "Be careful, you know who to talk to if you need anything and go easy on the boy. He is at that stage!"

The woman replied back in a soft sarcastic voice, "You be careful. We have our family here, you will be alone."

"Oh, I doubt that, good bye my love!" Karr yelled out as the carriage began to move him out. The escort consisted of two carriages and then Karr's personal transport. The other two were there to assist and to defend Karr's belongings. They moved at a brisk pace to their destination, few stops would be taken and even less rest.

Karr began to fit his Power armor with one of his serfs. The frill man was too small to fight, so he served a different purpose. Ironically enough, the ones who were to naturally weak served Karr the closest, their weakness being a sense of pride for them. Fewer even had the honor to hold the position 'Iron Clad'.

"Sire, are you sure you want to fit it now. We have a large journey ahead of us, it might just get in the way" the Iron clad informed Karr. He had and would never know how power armor actually worked. None were told how it becomes a second skin to the user, so like many he had assumed that it was cumbersome and tiring like the others.

"Yes, I want myself to be known"

OOC:Kudos to Kazuoro! (since Uriel was too lazy to make one himself ;P )

"Lord Emperor, make me an instrument of your adamance. .... " *tang* a deep voice echoed in the oval chamber,its only source of light was glowing metal on a giant anvil on the chamber`s heightened dais.

"... Where darkness is legion, bless our walls with cold disdain..." *tang* deep voice resonated as a giant and overly muscled hand rose over the anvil,holding a giant one-handed hammer like some heathen God of old.The hand descended and another tang echoed on its walls and around the metal columns of the chamber.Sparks of molten metal flew over the anvil,rebelling against the force.

"... From iron cometh strength. " *tang* deep voice was heard between lumbered breaths as most of its body was obscured in darkness,only lower torso was visible and the hand that was ever-descending on the weapon that was burning on the anvil.

"This is the Unbreakable Litany... " *tang* - deep voice was heard as a giant hammer collided with the metal of the blade,shaping it...giving it form...and purpose.A sword.

"...may it forever be so." *tang*-deep voice resounded with the ending of the invocatio as he plunged the blade into the cold embrace of water beside the anvil,the blade hissing with steam and the radical change of temparature.A glowing forge was next to the anvil.

"Is it done Lord Cadrass?"spoke young lad no more then seventeen,that was manning the forge,keeping the fire blazing.

The giant put the blade on the anvil,in his hand it looked more as a dagger,but it was obvious that the giant was not a human...or better to say...not only a human.

"I told you before Karl..."spoke the figure as it moved thought the chamber,lightning the blazers one by one.As flint caught fire on the oiled wood,blazers burned furiously,illuminating the room in the dusk of the summers eve.
"...i am not your Lord and you are not my servant."spoke the giant as the light illuminated the body of the almost four meters tall human.It was not a human...nor a ogre or a cyclops.He was something better and worse at the same time.He was an Astartes...or so they used to call him,or Cadrass at least remembers it as that.The word itself lost meaning to him long time ago...lost in the passages of time and frailty of his mind.He was old...too old,yet Death did not come to him.It came to others...but not to him.Not for him.

"Sharpen the blade,boy.Send it to Chainveils after it."spoke the giant as the lad nodded over-enthusiastically and with a smile,too wide to be that of a grown man.He lad took the blade and started sharpening it on the wetting stone.The shrilling sound of the blade was like a echo of a choir in the oval chamber.

Cadras looked around the chamber in great melancholy,his weary eyes tracing around its simple...almost spartan walls with only few windows that let the light of the evening stars inside.His eyes traced to the arched entrance of the chamber and rows upon rows of benches,where people would come and hear his wisdom of Iron and temperance.In these particular times people flocked even more so then usual.Cadrass did not like that...he preferred it to be empty.When it was empty or when only his apprentices were populating it...he knew that everything was good with the world.But now...some great turmoil beset this world and the worst of it?The tired Iron Warrior did not know the cause of it.The only clue that damnable letter and because of that thing,he barely had any night sleep.
His gaze finally turned,as it always does,to his anvil and beyond that,to a giant statue,dwarfing even him in size.His muscles tensed and the oily sweat of his ancient tissue came to shone in the blazers light.His eyes loved and hated the statue.The statue would always temper his Iron and made it bent...but never break.

It was a statue of someone similar to Cadrass.Very similar,but long gone.Clad in some ancient armor now forgotten or whispered of in legends,his steely gaze promising only suffering and death to its enemies.A clenched fist was etched on the warriors right paludron and a small plaque display infront of the statue as stony warriors gaze observed everyone in the chamber.

Jurt Zethrica....an Imperial Fist...or so Cadras remembers him as.True hero of Adranur or Cadrass saw it as such.Warrior of a bygone age,forgotten by an ancient war.Last remnant of an ancient dream...a dream now lost to darkness.He died on this very place...where this chamber now stands.The Iron Basilica or as the people of Adranur called it.
Cadras would tell when people gathered of stories of ages past and a dream lost as all the glories....but he forgets.The only thing now that he remembers of these anicent times was Jurt...and the Unbreakable Litany.He knew he remembers them for a good reason...but why?He could not divine or remember it.

Jurt Zethrica...a dear friend.Lost in the ages past,beset by countless foes,fallen to protect the innocent.He died in a glorious battle that Cadrass thought it would be his last as it was Jurt`s but...it was not.The whatever powers control the universe have decided to take Jurt over him.From that day...he cursed them the cruel destiny.Thats why he decided to go and investigate the origin of this letter...or at least the location it pinpointed.

"Karl...you know what we have agreed upon."spoke the giant as he came closer to the youth,putting his giant hand gently on his shoulder.
"You know...the voyage i spoke about?Yes...well...i`ll be off on the morrows`s break.You man the forge."spoke the giant as he jokingly put his index finger in a threatening fashion infront of the lad`s face.
"Remember what i told you about the Iron?Do not let the forge fires die...Iron will always show you the way.In times of turmoil and uncertainty be like the Iron!"spoke the giant as he hugged the lad.The youth of course didnt had any the faintest idea that this might be their last goodbye.
Hugging the youth,Cadras turned his head to his right,observing the statue,the solemn and quiet guardian of the Iron Basilica.

Maybe...i`ll see you soon...old friend.

-On the `morrow.

Fully equip,Cadras turned to the chainmail armored man that gave him his battle-mask.It was a Mark III helmet that had its mouth-grille fashioned in a shape of locked castle gates.Who wrought this mighty helmet and his polished battle-plate to existence,Cadras long forgot...if he ever knew.His only regret was that the battle-plate lost its color and the insignias on it.It was as if he lost a part of himself,but alas he could not stop Time itself.

"If i do not return...you know what to do Raedric?"spoke giant thought his battle-helmet,his voice even more deeper then usual.
The man infront of him stood a little straighter and clasped his fist on his chest in salute,the rings of his chainmail ricketing in response.

"Of course!We of the Chainveil will keep Zathricas Gates safe and secure,at any price!"spoke the man,his look stern yet touched by some unseen sorrow.
Cadrass lowered himself,his helmet coming an inch close to Raedrics:
"To hell with the fortress,save the city-folk.Remember what i have thought you.No fortress is impervious to harm,but it serves a higher purpose.To save those around and within it.You know the route to the caves..."spoke Cadrass as he set forth from the city of Adranur into the beyond,behind him a group of fifty men in chainmail armed with Halberds and Arqabusies on ther shoulders chorused as one:

"May Iron be with you!"
Cadrass merely responded with a clenched fist before he disappeared behind a hill,his stride purposeful and mighty.Beyond the hill some beasts roared in recognizing their master.

The Forge father slowly put on his armor From his home he put together piece by piece remembering the long process that he had been taught the first time he put on his armor. He soon had the most of the armor on except for the helmet and the gauntlets as he put the gauntlets on he remembered most of his squad mates from the teleportarion incident. He had each name on his gauntlet as he stared at it for a moment.

Korbin, Jarius, Nilorn, Bracks, on the left and on the right Morthin, Brilax, Vanthere, Quartex He read the names silently to himself as he put it on hoping that his other brothers had found a world like this and had survived but the chances of that were slim. he cleared his thoughts thinking of the past and attached his helmet to his belt and his bolter to his back his plasma gun went inside his backpack while his sword was at his side next to his bolt pistol and at his other side was his forge hammer. His armor had been through a lot the color was partially worn from it from its once bright red to a now darker red with gray mixed in, the gold no longer shiny now more of a dark yellow, more robes were around it now more then ever including a grey cape, and the raven head on his right shoulder. his pauldrons still had the signs of the old days reminding him of older times.

"Ash Father The caravan is almost ready" A female voice said through the door only opening it slightly he turned to his rooms door noticing his apprentice had just opened it to warn him. He greeted her with a warm smile. "Good to hear are the other smiths that are coming with me to leave are ready aswell Also did they get my anvil aboard Roberta?" he asked one of his apprentices. "Yes they have Also Ember and Elizabeth are ready to watch over the school While you are away." Roberta said with a smile on her face. "Good good. then I should be ready." he said while putting his journal to his side. He soon left his house and was greeted by the School he had built during his time on this planet much had changed he had grown a beard but made sure to keep his hair shorter to make sure not to get it stuck in is helmet.

He had made many weapons which had wen't on to do many deeds some good others not so much. But even a community seem to gather around him wan't to learn his skills and he had taught them, some wanted to simply feel safe and live near the large warrior to feel safe from harm. he protected them with the orks came arming them and coming to there aid in the fight. Sometimes they would need his help and he came to aid if lives were at stake he would often come to aid them or forge them something that would help them. This time he would have to go himself to aid his home.

As he looked around he could see student's loading themselves into wagons. while his two head and most taught apprentices took command of the school and would teach more young minds and keep watch over the school and fill orders as needed and teach the ways he had taught to them. He smiled partially glad he had written the books he did for them so they could read and learn the techniques he did.

"Keep the school safe while I am gone Ember and keep the minds flowing in and out of the school even if I do not return Teach on the teachings of my forge and the knowledge I have stored and given to you."he said to the two forge masters as they talked to a new group of young students.

He then wen't besides to caravan already a carriages made to carry loads of ores weapons and large somes of weight waited for him. He got on as two more apprentices got on to the carriage with him. "There we should be ready to go." we should be ready now."He said as the caravan started moving they would likely make it to Lapas town first at midday then maybe make it to kars village before nightfall then to adranur the next morning. There was more then one reason he decided to wait till now to get moving he would make sure he sees his apprentices off to there destinations to there villages.

His mind then wen't to the note he had found on his head this morning. Whoever left it was not human possibly one of the others? no. Likely something else whatever it was it was not human it brought back memory's the great crusade the old days. He wondered then for a moment civilization was here before the great crusade and what prison the note talked about and more importantly what was housed in the prison.

His mind wandered as he watched the caravan leave the mountain and towards its root that would end at the meeting point were apprentices would leave to put there skills to use in the bigger citys and where he would have a reunion of shorts even if he did not see the others immediately it was likely they would have gotten a similar message from this Hyrtakuvizius

@Xaphen
@High_Adept_Zeth
@Vulpas
@lord-watchman

The various travels took their respective time, Cadras being obviously the first as he resided near the capital. In total id had been five days since the notes had been found when the Ash Father arrived as last, having traveled the furthest distance of them all.

Rumors spread across the city what sort of catastrophe was upon them, given that the legends gathered here. Pilgrims from all over the world went to and from to spread the word of the gathering. While it had been somewhat calm with further terrors and curses, it was evident that the group had to act swift, whatever was happening. They had one week to be guided by the last light of spring at their destination as the letter said. They could easily make it to their destination in two days. So it was upon the group if they desired to get there early and camp until they can fulfill their duty, or if they wanted to fight the evil on their way.

Certainly, would they ask their personal serfs, they could learn of the dangers in immediate reach.

OOC: Errr, not sure how to reply. So Im just going to get there.

Karr arrived to the Iron bassilica with his convoy. They stopped several meters in front of the gates to allow it's shiny iron wall to open. It had just began to get dark and stormy. The clouds looked as if they were ready to sob on all who did not seek cover quick. Yet this Cart rode in with no worry.

But they did not open. As required, a proper reason and documents must be had to enter the city. Usually proof of residence was good enough, but these men had never seen these carts and didn't recognize the Symbol that each cart proudly hung. An older soldier quickly jumped up from the sight and began to yell orders at the rest of the guards.

Before any of them could follow through, a loud smash was heard and the large middle cart had shook. Karr dropped down to the paved stone road, his feet cracking the ground slightly. He turned to the great gates and stood there, revealing himself to all the guards. Each of them were lost in what they saw. The Red Wave, a legend who was as tall as three men and strong as hundreds, he earned many legends about how Ork's in hordes would fall to his might, almost as if he was a red wave of death. Still some were confused. Believing him all the titans all to be long gone. Just stories told to kids and soldiers. They were especially confused that the mighty figure was white, not Red, but still having the appearance in each story. His helmet being his Trademark. Possibly it was another of the mighty titans of the world.

Karr's armor was completely painted bone white, besides his blue cape and right shoulder pad. Both were blue and bore the Livery of the World Eaters. Karr had always had it like this, but through the fury of battle, like all World Eaters. He would soon be red. Karr waved at the guards, his Mark V Hersey Armor moving like a second skin. As intended.

As the gate began to reveal its innards, Karr moved back to his cart. He pondered how many others would he see. Others like himself. If any at all. If any others still lived. It was a long time since they had all met, probably due to each trying to forget about the past.

OOC: That is exactly what you are supposed to do

the growl of the lioness from behind the convoy anounced the presence of Dominus as he walked foward towards the entrance to the iron basilica, in doing so th lion folowed him close as she saw all the humans she was quiet and made sure not to leave her freinds side, the sorceror though recognised the world eaters colors and thought back in his mind to try and remember his name.

Instead of residing in his private quarters that were settled in the Basilica,Cadras occupied one tavern floor.The good innkeeper was kind enough to allow him to lend an entire tavern floor,away from the common folk and the noise for this rare occassion.It would be a meeting place between Cadras and his...kin.He remembered two of them,vaguely.He remembered he hunted the Orks with one of them,and everything the Iron Warrior could remember about him was the color of blood.Blood...everywhere and untold savagery.It was not a memory he was fond of remembering...but it was glorious.Slaughtering those beasts like the deserved for praying on the common folk.

Consuming some of the local wine,Cadras turned around,seeing all the empty chairs and benches,with only a single candle per table illuminating the floor.Behind him youth polished his armor that was on a metal ribbon-layer.Cadras looked deeply into the contents of the tiny cup he held in his giant hands,his transhuman sigh losing itself in the distance or better to say the depth of the cup.He heard and saw that some of the men and women seeked comfort and escape from the world`s troubles in the drink.But Cadras could never reach that blissful state,no matter how he tried.He tried...once almost drinking half of the tavern cellar once,but to no avail.There will be no solace for him,until his task is completed.What the task was...that..Cadras really didnt knew.He hoped the...others knew more.

Suddenly with a creak,wooden doors opened and with it sounds of the inn on the ground floor.Sounds of joy and laughter from the all the men and women who were drinking.Cadras knew it well,even if he was not an often visitor to the inn.
Heralding the sounds,one of the Chainveil came in,his halberd held aloft.Walking briskly to Cadras and with a clasped fist on his chest he spoke:

"Lord Cadras...they have arrived."spoke the men,standing unflinchingly.
Iron Warrior looked at the man,his grey,almost silver,closely cropped hair and small mustaches making a frown then suddenly relaxing the tensed muscles.
"I told you Raedric...not to call me that.I am no Lord...nor do i lead this town or its people."sighting deeply,shaking his head Cadras added:
"Ready the beasts and guide our guests in.Strong as Iron..."spoke Cadras as he took another massive gulp from the cup,swallowing all of its content and then taking more from the pitcher that was on the table.
"Strong as Iron!"spoke the Chainveil as he clasped his fist on his chest and hurried away.