DRAMATIS PERSONAE Current Characters- @Uriel1339 - Promethus - Ultramarine Ethon - Espandorian Steel Eagle @TARINunit9 - Cacasus - Dark Angel Diolux - Temmoros Wildcat @Vulpas - Varrick - Iron Hand Nix - Illnaickian Metal Eater Scorpion @Grimdestiny - Dumas - Blood Angel Teralix - Diablodon @Casavay - Zafira - Human Upper Echelon- Josun De'Fask - Salamander - Grand Tamer OOC THREAD
< @Uriel1339 @TARINunit9 @Vulpas @Grimdestiny > ( @Casavay ) 12 months had passed since the first of a new breed had come to their new home. The Beast Tamer's world, Furros. A feudal world far in the Segmentum Obscuris, with a unique ecosystem. A world 100% land, the life-giving water coming from the multiple ice-moons, often fracturing under stress, leaving large chunks of frozen water in orbit, which vaporize as they fall, creating clouds and life-giving rain. 12 months had passed, the Astartes spending time learning each other, their beasts, the native clans, and the dangers of the deep wilderness of Furros. Of the great and deadly beasts, the plants that could swallow a terminator whole, and digest it in a matter of minutes. Of the tenets and creeds of the beast Tamers. Of the importance of Unity in battle, of team, and in the cycle of nature. 12 months had passed since Josun had found his first disciples, the first in a new family. As he watched them grow and learn. And now it was time. The imperium would have need of the Tamers soon, and the time had come to send them on their final trial. He had been contacted by the leader of the Northern Mountain Clan, and he had decided upon what would be the test. And so it was early in the day that the Grand Tamer called upon his students, summoning them to the main chamber of Feralheart Keep, the oldest fortress on Furros, in the central plains. It had stood for centuries on its own, and was now the home of the Conclave, improved with modern imperial technology. As they arrived, They would see Josun in his full relic-plate, modeled after the Firedrakes that stood by him always, Kos'ral and Fru'si. Beside him stood a human, of a large and hearty breed. His face was old, hair and beard long and grey, but he was still a prime example of the Northern Mountain Clan. "I greet you, Initiates. You have grown much over the past year. I am proud of you." The Grand Tamer spoke in a soft voice, somewhat of a father to his children. "The time has come for your final trial. I have been told of a great beast, one that sends the world into upheaval. The Terrasque sleeps for centuries at a time, and then rampages for ten years. Nothing has ever stopped it... and you shall be the first." He stops to nod at the man next to him. "This is Gunther Torvaldsen. He is to guide you deep into the northern mountains. Far into the death territory, where the Terrasque slept last." "You are to leave when you are ready. But prepare yourselves, for neither the journey, nor the trial, shall be easy." And with that, Josun walks out, his loyal drakes following as ever. [Take some time to talk and prepare with each other. If you wish, you can have some of the 12 months in your post as extra writing and history]
Dumas and is beast have grown a great deal over the last 12 months, With Teralix having grown to almost 5 feet tall already, his scales becoming a deep crimson red. They begin to talk to the other members of there squad. "so gentlemen. what tactics do you think we should utilize to bring about the destruction of this beast"
"We'd need to know the beast's nature first" came the mutterings of Cacasus. Before he could say anything else he caught his feline trying to sneak off, and he called it back with a wordless grunt and a stomp of his foot. Diolux obeyed instantly, his crest of feathers turning green. "Are we going to recon this monster first?" In truth, he had a pretty good idea already, the name "Tarrasque" showing up in many of the fables told by Chaplains of the Dark Angels to young recruits. But in those tales it was a massive beast, something to be taken on with tanks and artillery, not a kill team of four marines
"The codex, as well as logic, tell us that information is half the battle. So Guilliman fought, so the Ultramarines prevailed, so shall we." Promethus responded, agreeing with Cacasus, while stroking the head of Ethon gently who hid her face behind her wing, but gave interesting glances to the others around - man and animal alike. "I suggest that we let my dear Ethon here go first, she can observe from high above and far away. But tell me, my brothers-at-taming. Are we going to attempt to take it down in one single skirmish, or may we perhaps attack in phases? Hunting over days, if not weeks. Setting up various traps, keeping it up at night, not letting it recover and tearing it apart piece by piece." His voice was strong, but not commanding. A common trait of the citizens of Ultramar as they carried a legacy stronger than Adamantium in their very veins. By now they knew that Promethus would never force a strategy or word upon the others, but just would like to ensure that things have been spoken about in order to ensure they all were on the same page and that they would not break out in confusion should a situation in combat change. The Ultramarine's short, blonde hair was slightly spiking up as if electrified. His blue eyes glimmering like the lakes of Macragge and his pupils tiny like the stars in the distance. He was ready to prove himself, and so he knew that Ethon wanted to show that she was an appropriate companion and not just some random animal, and he knew she was keen to do so.
Varrick chimed in next as he looked from the the back with his robes, His Scorpion was at his side left side leaving his Right with no one to be, "I Agree with Cacasus, and Promethus, Scouting it should be done first, Gathering information on it and seeing its patterns, I think I can make some Traps for the beast to wear it down Combined with our arms, Then to immobilize it with traps on paths it takes, with a type of Tangle web trap or Enchanted webber I could make up In the work bay, Though first it depends on the beast how big it is what type of hunter it is, and possibly if its any variation of what its kind is." Varrick said looking to the others as he spoke. His black hair was cur short and he was shaved around chin, He eyes were brown but had almost the look of fury in them. His scorpion was at his side looking at a panel in the floor, almost wanting to grab at it and pull it but could sense one of its masters Ire upon it.
"I do agree with your assessments. We need more information but i think a long hunt would be preferable to avoid injury to us or our beast." Teralix snaps his jaws with impatience. ready to begin the hunt, its scaled bipedal frame flexing as it readied itself for bloodshed. "Send Ethon to scout the Ground, but one of us needs to track the beast so we can lay eyes upon it"
It was the grey man's deep voice that resounded through the hall in response. "If you permit", he began, slowly inching closer to the young tamers, aided by a long, wooden walking staff though obviously not out of frailty. "If you permit, I will speak of it. Of the beast you call Terrasque. For my people, we folk of the north, tell tales of it." He waited not for a response, moving his stick further to the side of him, showing his broad body's true size as his cool, colourless eyes humbly gazed at the men, betraying respect. "A living myth, it is a colossal creature of rage and hate. But with a purpose. The creature comes, as our elders tell, as a messenger of the planet. As the wrath of Furros; as a emissary of neccessary destruction. So tall, its horns reach the sky. So vast, its weight crushes the world below it. So intelligent, it is the most vicious of all the beasts." Gunther paused for a second, letting his words find their way to the minds of the younglings, waiting, until they would unfold into pictures. "We tell tales that it cannot die, for it is the highest to the divine, without being divine itself. The lord of beasts, the undisputed king of life. This is what we tell our youngest. What we tell them when they set out to become men, as a warning." He paused to look at the men, his voice still full of intent, of meaning, their content still ringing past in these halls after the sound had long passed. "It is only fitting that I tell you now, Sky-Men."
"Perhaps Ethon and Diolux together would be able to-" Cacasus had becun talking when Gunther began his speech. The Dark Angel listened intently; this new warning matched up with the old tales. His hand subconsciously reached and gave his feline a scratch behind the ears as he rolled over some ideas in his head. He was not swayed by this, Dark Angels were stubborn to finish a task to a fault, but tenacity alone would not be enough for this task. "A bio-titan, then."
having listened to the old mans tale dumas pondered the implications of taking this beast on from a tactical perspective. "well then it sounds like a slow hunt is our best option. we do not have the firepower to go up against that head to head..but what kind of traps could we possibly craft that could wound such a beast." Teralix lays down on the floor as it is clear that the hunt will be delayed by speaking
