right i haven't got any solid background for my army but i do have a lot of random stories and narrative battle reports that can help get the feeling of my army. so here it is.

Battle one

Though Karn was not with them ‘The Devil’ and ‘The harvester’ watched over them as they got into position, the sun slowly cooking those without functional cooling systems in their armour. ”I shall take the left flank, you shall take the right.” The devil spoke softly drawing his sword and raising his axe, “but of cause Vaspen…” the harvester wheezed emptying his gas mask of the puss that had gathered in his mouth piece. They sat in silence to the sound of their cooling systems working overtime as the imperial convoy began to come over the horizon.

The convoy consisted of many vehicles bearing the symbol and numbers of Armageddon, the Steel legion a fitting force to transport the much needed troops across the desert. “We shall not use the tanks, since we need them to progress across this wasteland” Vaspen whispered down the comms to all troops under his command and with that the battle commenced. A Lascannon fired at the front chimera tearing through its armour and bringing the convoy to a stand still, crimson warriors towered over the small valley as the guardsmen walking beside the tanks scattered behind rocks and vehicles as the exchange of fire began.

A second shot from same Lascannon held by on of the marines set the chimera ablaze having its crew and fleshy cargo escape the fire, the basilisk tried to reverse out of the valley so that it could reach minimum distance on its guns only to be blocked in by a pair of obliterators. In the confusion a leman Russ fired its cannon which fell short spraying sand in front of the marines ahead of the convoy, accompanied by Vaspen and Aldrius two units of combat marines charged down the valley firing their bolt pistols before hitting the guard wall. The guard managed to fire a volley managing to overcome a few of the marines armour and bringing down a champion of chaos in a volley of death.

“A grain for every man who waters his rewards with blood.” Aldrius spoke swiftly cutting down the foes before him with his scythe and spreading his seeds around himself. Vaspen cut his way to the command unit unleashing his full potential upon the bewildered officers, he cut down several veterans with ease blood spraying from their many wounds. As he approached the commanding officer his feral frenzy overpowered his awareness allowing the officer to swing his power fist into the Devil’s throat, pushing him back with the force of the shock.
But this did not stop the devil for pain only fuels his thirst for combat, Vaspen launched himself again effortlessly dodging the fatal blows of the officer and slamming his skull into the rocky ground of the valley. The officer laid still trying the figure out what had transpired, “but I hit him… I saw his blood.” He murmured as his world began to blur from the aftermath of the blow. The Devil stood above him the heart chilling grin on his face from the shattered parts of his helmet, blood dripped from his many wounds while others were burned shut by the power of the fist. He lifted his blood stained boot and pressed it against the officer’s face, and then slowly he applied his weight until the man’s screams of pain ended.

Battle two

With the latest convoy crushed Vaspen and Aldrius pushed forward towards the imperial check point in hope of getting there before imperials realised what had happened. Crimson tanks sped across the open desert towards the check point, ready to lay siege so that they could stem the flow of reinforcements on other battlefields. But as they closed in several explosions erupted around them flipping vehicles like play things and more came raining down on the marines from the rear guard of the convoy. “It seems one may of survived my friend” Vaspen remarked as he leapt out of the damaged rhino followed by his escort. “Lets quickly dispose of these ‘obstacles’” Aldrius replied still speeding towards the guard barrier.

Angered that he may not get to fight in combat again, the devil and his marines pushed towards the enemy not caring for the crossfire or the constant shelling around them, under the support of their predators the chaos infantry moved forwards using the sand dunes as cover. The guard infantry pushed ahead of the tanks and began to make a second line of defence, setting up their heavy weapons and painting their targets. The Harvester grew concerned that they maybe the only ones that will reach the imperial lines so he ordered his transport to hide behind a rocky outcrop.

One of the predators managed to hit a leman Russ blowing the turret clean off the top and sending shrapnel scything through three of a ten man infantry squad, “that will be helpful.” Vaspen thought as danger of being hit by an explosion was raised off his shoulders. He passed the harvester’s rhino and began the final charge towards the imperial line, his men were few but he was determined to push through. Aldrius prompted the driver to move in for the kill, “prepare your tools, it is time to reap our rewards.” He spoke to his retinue and they all began to switch on their blades.

As the frenzied warriors hit the line blood spewed like a fountain above the guardsmen’s line, tinting their vision as it splattered their faces with their vital fluids. Vaspen searched yet again to find the commanding officer but could not see him, as more and more bayonets bounced off his armour. Aldrius entered behind the Devil’s breach reinforcing the heavily outnumbered marines, he turned to the path he had treaded to see the predators follow behind firing all their weapons into the exposed tanks.

As the fight began to calm and the beginning of killing the survivors Vaspen came across the officer, his dead eyes frozen in the last moments of his life. He pushed the deceased onto his stomach to find the course of death, a piece of shrapnel in the middle of his back cutting his spine in two. “What a weakling…” he hissed in resentment.
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Dala’Karn’s Coven of eight

Before Dala’ Karn ascended to daemonhood, he travelled the universe searching for figures that he saw in visions of his ascension. He searched throughout the cosmos for eight warriors that would help him in his final task. When he found one of these beings he was blessed by the Gods for his enthusiasm. These eight warriors became his chosen who became his lieutenants and led his vast war bands to battle. Though it was a blessing to him to have such fearsome warriors by his side, they also brought a consequence.

In the destruction of Vostmen’s hope the coven of eight fought and killed Matandros Arildros, the black cobras’ first chapter master who was also the founder of the chapter making him a Primarch to them. Ever since that day the black cobras hound Dala’ Karn and his chosen across the universe preventing them from destroying another planet and to take revenge on what they have done.

Vaspen ‘The Devil’:
In the first of Karn’s visions he witnessed the victory of his first chosen, the streets of a lockdown hive city were ablaze of fire and the remains of the emperor’s greatest lay dead and dying in the wake of this warrior’s army. And stood atop of rubble and bodies was a giant of a man, wearing war-torn armour and carrying a sword and axe. Around him an unruly mob of thugs cheered in triumph and began to raid the loyalist bodies for weapons and other supplies.

He came from the fortress planet on the edge of the Eye of terror named Xersia in the Cadian system; he and his gang were called the Fire devils and waved the symbol of the word bearers in their ranks. When he saw Dala’ Karn he fell to his knees muttering “our lord has come…” and then explained that he had seen him in visions and that he would welcome Vaspen and his gang to join his ranks. Grinning in a pointed smile he offered his hand to Vaspen and left the planet in the wake of the 13th crusade.

Malfastus “The Beast”:
The second vision was different, in a dank cellar of an imperial home a trio of inquisitors looked in disgust upon a beast twice their size, it stood there snarling at them as they tried to convince the young women to stand aside. She screamed “you will never take my husband’s life!” sobbing between each word. She wrapped her arms round the beast lovingly. One of the inquisitors drew his gun at the women and deemed her found wanting, before she could turn he fired. She looked up at her husband her mouth filled with blood as she murmured to him “I love you…” and collapsed to the floor.

It looked down at her broken body and for the first time in years, tears swelled up in its eyes and let out a roar that shattered the windows of the house. The inquisitors fired their guns as it launched itself at them, and in a matter of minutes the three were spread across the cellar torn in its blood frenzied wake. It escaped the house and fled into the streets, and from that day it was named the beast. Dala’ Karn found the city of where it hide and managed to convince it to join his ranks, now it stands by his master for the rest of its days.

Renmoth “The Cursed”:
In his third vision and to his surprise, he saw a lush meadow untouched by war and in a small valley was a village. His vision led him to a small house at the end of the street where a boy happily played by the pond. As he approached the boy the boy’s mother called him, as he turned his mother eyes grew wide. To her horror the boy held within his hands a sphere of water with a fish inside it, “look, mummy! Look what I’ve done.” The boy cried as he ran to his mother. But as he got within range, the mother grabbed hold of the boy shaking him screaming “why! Why did it have to happen to you!” and struck the boy several times.

The vision sped up and Karn watched as days turned into nights in front of his eyes. As the vision slowed down he felt a shadow loom over him, he turned and looked to the sky where an inquisitorial battle barge dominated the sky and around him the village was in flames. Karn entered the boy’s home where several storm troopers and an inquisitor surrounded the boy, the chaos lord felt the anger of the boy in the warp and his power. The boy looked up to the inquisitor and tried to combat him with his psychic energy but the power of the inquisitor’s brute force was more then enough to overcome the boy. The troopers dragged the boy to the thunderhawk and flew back to the battle barge. As Karn walked down the corridors of the barge he remembered when he was a loyal space marine, he paused and looked into the boys holding cell.

The boy looked up his energy barely contained and as he screamed the ship began to buckle under an unknown force, Karn’s eyes widened as the boy crushed the entire ship with only his mind and was forced to witness the rest from outside the ship. He watched as it drifted away. Now knowing where it was. He came to the place where the ship was last seen and witnessed the wreck for the first time, he managed to find a small corridor that hadn’t been crushed, and at the end he saw not a boy but a man. Karn helped him down from his shackles and carried him back to his flagship.



Aldrius “The Harvester”:
His forth vision brought him to a scene most acquainted to him, a vast city which had received the kiss of Nurgle’s most vile plagues. Many of the people lay dead or dying crying for the forgiveness of the emperor for their sins, but the fanatical priests drowned their pleas out as they preached the corpse God’s name to the desperate. Karn’s curiosity was sparked by a hooded figure that waded through the sea of plague untouched by Nurgle’s embrace and scorned by the priests. He stood high above the crowd as he made his way to his hive block, carrying a large scythe in one hand and a bag of grain in the other.

As he removed his hood from within the safety of his home the extent of the plague that had had on him was revealed, he bore a mundane gas mask which also incorporated a bionic eye of his own design. Though the plague had decayed his body it did not make him weaker, in fact it made him stronger as Karn witnessed several murders by his hands in self-defence for his difference from others. When Karn finally arrived to the city the whole world had been erased of life apart from Aldrius and another select few of Nurgle.


Sicarus and Suracis “The Fickle”
The fifth vision led him to an imperial city wrought with crime and poverty, the musty air choking the civilians as they scurried to their shelters. As Karn walked throughout the streets he came to a dark alley where a group of people had gathered. These individuals were members of a local gang and had cornered a young teenager between a pair of dumpsters; his cloths were tattered from the brutal play of his captors and his hands covered in open wounds from his frantic defences. The malicious men grew tired of their captive and one closed in to release him from his body; he raised his knife above his head to land the fatal blow.

But his hand froze as a sharp pain dug into his back and with each wriggle the pain dove deeper until it reached his heart, then nothing more. The startled gang members backed off as their comrade was consumed by a living shadow emitting from the young teen its devilish gaze locked with those who had wronged his host. The shadowy figure reached out a clawed hand and let out a piercing howl as the shadow around it launched itself entangling its victims before crushing each one in an explosion of gore.

When Karn discovered the now young man he approached with an emotionless gaze who terrified the civilian into the corner of his room, and from the shadows the daemon appeared and launched itself at the crimson giant. Karn anticipated this and grabbed the beast by its throat and ripped its arms from its shadowy form. “You are weak… you don’t have the will to dominate this measly creature and bend it to your will” he spoke bluntly throwing the shrieking creature to the ground. “If you join me I shall teach you how to harness its power for your own.” The young man looked up at Karn and gazed into his eyes and he found something he was looking for all his life.

Salvation…

Fernus “the Prophet”
The sixth vision brought Karn to a lone planet near the eastern fringe; its entire planet was covered in a layer of pure white snow. Within one of the strongholds of the planet a preacher spoke his dark words to the citizens passing, slowly he was corrupting the imperial faith in their minds. He was already tainted by the warp, a crown of horns sat upon his bald head and he held in one hand a primitive flamer and a flail in the other.

Karn witnessed his unmoving loyalty to the dark gods as he fought the militia of the stronghold when they came to remove him, with each swing of his flail another soldier hit the floor with a grim thud left dazed and slowly dying. When Karn came to the planet he found that he had been captured and was in the prison for crimes of corruption, his cult gladly accepted Karn’s help and together released Fernus from his prison.

Two more left to do

The Medusa campaign

Vargon - The bearer of the Speartip:
Though at first he was only a champion within the ranks of Karn’s war band, he made himself noticed during the siege of Sybilla Tertius where he picked up the fallen banner of the speartip and held it high above all others throughout the battle. Though he attracted the majority of the incoming shots he took every thing they through at him, after the battle he was awarded the banner as his mark of loyalty to the speartip and his example of being a servant of the ruinous powers.

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The end of a planet

The dark corridors of the ship were silent; hundreds of new slaves had been captured and were ready to be broken to his will. And many more will be sacrificed to feed him; he does not care for those who aren’t loyal to him. Karn took one more look at the world that slipped from his masters grips, the swirling sky ripped apart skyscrapers and many of the ships at this point were not making it through the warp storm. Ahead of karn were the remnants of the guardsmen stationed here for the ‘last stand’, his bodyguard stood in front of their lord and opened fire on the foolish lackeys of the corpse God.

“We have overstayed our welcome; let us leave this to the warp to deal with.” He softly spoke and his guard responded with a nod. The daemon entered his ship as the doors closed shut on the guardsmen as they began to take off. As the ship burst through the storm lights flickered and the force shield began to buckle under the overwhelming power of the warp, the alarm went off and the ship began to be pulled apart by the storm tearing off great lumps of armour plating and exposed cannons.

The Lord pointed to one of his guard, and with a thought the psyker surrounded the ship with psychic energy repelling the fury of the storm. A moment later the ship fell silent once more, the ship pushed forward back to the eye where Karn returns to report to the lord Primarch Lorgar.

A second guard came into the throne room, his armour was a mix of power armour and shown the rewards of war across his breastplate. “Lord Karn, we have received a message from Typhorus, he has requested the Speartip to assemble at the space dock near the entrance to the eye.” The daemon lent back on his throne and brought a claw to his chin, he stroked his iron mask and with a nod of his head the chosen left the room.

“So they alliance still stands, I will answer their call.” He murmured as ship began to erupt with activity through its armoured hull. Armoured giants thundered along the walkways, watching the slave closely as they worked, men, Eldar, Tau their race did not matter as long as they worked. A sudden gear sprung into motion, bringing the lift carrying the bloodied devil to the engine room below. “How are the new recruits settling in?” he joked as the slave driver turned to his outranking brother. “They are just fine.” he laughed pinning a sobering boy to the deck with his armoured foot. “They’ve never been happier!” he smirked as they both began to walk down the corridor.

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No Place like home

*meanwhile in orbit, the Monastery of Despair loomed over the planet*

Karn stood looking down upon the planet feeling the mixed signals of daemonic and mortal souls alike; he breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
"So this is where they have led themselves." he muttered, the convent stood behind him ready for Karn’s next move.

"Deep strike bay, prepare teleportation device for that besieged fortress, we shall give these enemies a real problem!" he ordered down the comm and with that command the world around began to shift. Their bodies were thrown towards the planet, but as they closed in to the fortress walls their surroundings became distorted and darkness engulfed their visions.

As Karn’s visions returned he fond himself in a narrow corridor with little room to move, his chosen still stood by him yet he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, He looked only to find his arm embedded in the stone wall. “How inconvenient…” he sighed pulling his stump from the walls surface, he closed his eyes and with a thought the stump sprout three tentacles which wrapped around one another reforming his lost limb. “Remind me Vaspen to kill the slave in charge of the Deep strike bay” he hissed, his agitation hinted in his voice. “Of course my lord.” His lieutenant replied they began to make their way toward the light at the end of the corridor in an eerie silence.

As their eyes adjusted to the light the corridor expanded into a great long hall which curved long the way, they cautiously proceeded down the hall with bolters and warp energy at the ready. Suddenly Renmoth’s head began to throb bringing him to his knees, “what’s wrong?” questioned Karn lowering his guard. “A strong presence… its power is unbelievable.” When he let out a scream which distorted reality and the warp itself. And with that a second force ploughed towards the crimson clad warriors, Karn spun round lifting his crozius into its path but the force split round his body and materialized a wall behind Karn blocking him from his squad.

“This world is not like others, it seems to obey something…” he spoke as he tested its stability with a mighty crack with his crozius; the wall was undamaged and gleamed with a shinning black surface. The daemon turned around and was caught by surprise as a dark wave of liquid that engulfed his body, the wave crashed against the wall and then returned from where it came revealing a battered form which barely survived.

Karn caught his breath thanking Lorgar for his protective crozius and began to rise to his feet, ahead of him stood a humanoid figure dripping of the strange liquid. “And who are you?” he question flicking the residue off his wings. “I am your new God, Half breed!” It boomed raising a pointed claw at Karn. “You are not aligned with none of the major powers, you do not concern me. Now leave before I have to teach you your place in this reality.” He replied his grin widened as he hope for the refusal of his offer. “How dare you Half Breed! I shall show you that I am equal to even Khorne himself!” and with that the battle began…

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Commander - Dala'Karn (Devourer of souls)
Supreme Apostle of the Disciples of despair

Bio: Rumoured to be part of Primarch Lorgar’s chosen, Dala’Karn had remained hidden until recent events orchestrated by the Speartip Alliance on Medusa V. before his revealing he had been searching for the Coven of Eight, eight individuals with special abilities who appeared in visions during his slumber. After finding all of his chosen he joined the ranks of the speartip and has aided them in several battles, having only failed once when he was banished to his flagship by an ork warboss during a skirmish in Sybilla Tertius. Like any other word bearer, he is dedicated to the cause and is one of the most loyal under Lucius’ and Dante’s rule.

His main weapon of choice is his accursed crozius, which he has had since the days of the heresy. In times of speed needed to defeat the enemy he use his twin daemon blades Deimos and Phobos which he keeps within his self.

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Quarantine zone – spear headed

Karn stood upon a rocky outcrop, gazing onto the battered wasteland outside of the quarantine zone. His chosen stood around him observing as the imperial troops swarmed out of the hive to ready their positions. "Have you heard from Speartip yet?" he spoke softly; vapour pouring out his mask with each spoken word. "We haven’t my lord, but I assume they will need assistance, because of the large reinforcements we just witnessed..." suggested his right hand, wearing a mixture of loyalist and traitor armour.

The daemon lifted his crozius, as tall as its master it shone brightly and his force before him acknowledge his command. His troops deployed their meat shield, a horde of mutilated prisoners and cultists all bent on one thing, the blood of their prey. The drugs began to pulse through their system, and each one let out a blood-filled roar they charged forward.

Blood in Sybilla Tertius

Karn spread his wings and leapt into the air. He flew across the battlefield gazing down on pockets of resistance as blood drenched armour glistened in the morning sun. He landed on the roof top of an imperial garrison, stopping the guardsmen in fear. His mask showed no emotion but heard a spine-chilling chuckle from its wearer. "Which of the corpse god's lackeys will come first to be judged!" closing his wings, and bore his crozius. The guardsmen swallowed hard and began to charge at the red monstrosity only to meet the spike sphere of the crozius, just as big as the newly killed foe.

He continued to swing until the roof flowed with blood; he turned to the rest of the hive which was alight with the destruction of his word bearers. "Fear us, Medusa for we have come in lord Dante's name! All shall fall to the might of the Speartip alliance, for in blood we have fused!"

And with that he flew off once more, to join his brethren on the hive floor where more defied the Speartip Alliance.

Blood in Sybilla Tertius

This one was bold, he fired all his artillery at Karn but as the smoke cleared he still stood. Now it was my turn and I launched my troops forward while my defiler opened fire on his leman Russ, ripping it apart in an inferno. Dreadnought Gladius got excited by the carnage and opened fire on the approaching chimera with its lascannon, blowing its track off.

The colonel wasn't amused on how his tanks were scattered, he pushed his troops into forward positions. The Basilisk, hidden among the ruins fired its gun once more catching my warriors in the eruption of earth and concrete. Once my troops recovered they came under lasfire, dropping two of the survivors. Though only two died from the 20 marines, I barked my order to move out of the road and into the buildings on either side.

I requested my obliterators but only one came right behind the Basilisk. As it appeared in a flash of blue energy it let lose its meltagun melting the back of the tank and its crew to the floor. With Karn on the right flank he launched himself at the broken chimera as its troops still within its iron shell. He swung his crozius into the side of the vehicle toppling it over, the crew evacuated and prepared for the assault that was about to come. Gladius let out a roar and swung itself forward firing once more on the chimera but now the guns bared down on the troops, scything through one of the guardsmen.

The Colonel MF Jim uttered words that are unspoken even to a chaos warlord, he directed his troops into the buildings and waited for the Word bearers to show themselves again. I now felt confident that victory was within my grasp and charged into the guardsmen smashing four of them aside while the other five turned and fled as their attacks bounced off my armour. Then the second obliterator appeared turning its arm into a heavy bolter, blowing away one of the guardsmen in the ruins outside their deployment zone. Dreadnought Gladius caught up with Karn and acknowledge his command firing both its bolter and lascannon at the fleeing troops, splattering two of the soldiers leaving the remaining three to go back to their commander.

“These soldiers are weak.” muttered Karn as he watched them run back into the city, their pre-emptive attack a failure. Colonel Jim spotted the fleeing troops and anger boiled deep inside of him, “I advised you that I should of gone with them” spoke the commissar frowning at the colonel’s war effort. The guardsmen opened fire on the two obliterators and though they were strong both fell from the fury of the lasguns. Karn spread his wings and took flight once more landing in a ally way by his troops who opened fire on the garrisoned buildings ahead. Gladius called the defiler and they both continued to march into the ruined city firing more shells at the imperial defence.

After one more wave of lasgun fire, the marines charged into the buildings and the remaining troops fell. The colonel turn to flee from the rampaging but before the commissar could put gun to head, karn landed on the commissar and broke the colonel in half. “this is for Dante and The Speartip Alliance” he roared.

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