AuthorTurbidious A threat to come Abel Vargas was once a great Space Marine but he had forsaken his vow to the Emperor long ago and turned to the Ruinous Powers without regret. This had led him into a chance meeting with the greater daemon Nagalash, whom had seen potential in Vargas to become a great Champion of Chaos. He had roamed the Turbidious system sowing great unrest and destruction and after great success over the Elder in the Iota systems over the past several hundred years Vargas was granted the title of Grand Champion of Chaos and given a substantial fleet to command. His tactical brilliance also led to many worlds in the Dark Stars zone falling to the ruinous powers and the corruption of the paradise world in the Belenos sub. He was particularly proud of his hand in the destruction of the Astral Lions homeworld as well. However, his favourite act in the name of his patron Gods was the capture and corruption of the Eldar Craftworld Lanruin, which was now his base of operations in the Schism, in the Turbidious subsector. Vargas had always known about the strategic importance of Turbidious, but his Chaos fleet, although large, would not be able to break the Imperial garrison there. He needed something more; he needed a weapon of fear and destruction to help his cause.
He sat at his altar, cross legged, meditating to the corrupt gods. He stared at the eight pointed cross on the floor in front of him, sweet beads flowed into the scars across his face as he focused on the star which on each point lay the decapitated heads of various lesser races. Vargas uttered prayers the dark gods to grant him the power to destroy and paint the stars in blood. The air became thick and his senses dulled, the space within the cross warped and cracked, swirling winds struck out at the Champion of Chaos but he kept his incantations flowing. Slowly a ghostly figure stepped out of the darkness of the warp, a beastly figure, winged with rounded horns appeared before the dark champion, purple lightening flicked about the bestial creature’s arms and small flies buzzed around its horns. Vargas rose as the daemon spoke, ‘The Dark Gods have heard your prayers oh Champion and see your desires to raise the false Emperor’s throne and they will grant you the power to do so. Gather your rivals and head to the great cataclysm in the sky that the false Emperor created, and there you will find the destroyer of stars, find the hulk that the corpse Emperors weaklings fear most and your destiny will be revealed’ Vargas grinned, about turned and headed for the bridge; he had a Plant Destroyer to find.
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AboutTales from within the sector written by me (Turbidious) or other contributors. These are based on games we have had of BFG and 40k Archives
March 2021
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