Hi all,
this is a short story about Konrad Curze's reunification with his Legion. I will continue the story in the next few days.
Please keep in mind that I'm no native speaker, so some passages may seem a bit strange ;)
Anyway, enjoy, and please give some C&C:

The Purging of Nostramo

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint,
when most I play the devil.
- attributed to Terran author William Shakespeare, 93M.015

Fear is the lengthened shadow of ignorance.
- attributed to Terran author Arnold Glasow, undated

Mine is the night, with all her stars.
- attributed to Terran poet Edward Young, undated


Prologue
Nostramo Quintus

''WHO ARE YOU?''

Victor Lear's voice now had lost everything of its former strength. He was barely able to breathe, his heart pulsing to the maximum of its capacities, hurting his lungs. Stumbling through the dark hall, Victor always kept his eyes on the creature looming in the shadows in front of him. The once bright lights in the enormous hall flickered, revealing the shattered forms of human bodies lying on the ground. Stabbed or torn open, put to death by something they had never seen. Victor pushed all thoughts from his mind that his end would be no better. And that it would come soon.

''Who are you? What the fug do you want?''
His robes heavy with clotted blood, Victor limped as fast as he could towards the gigantic doors of the hall. For minutes that seemed like hours he didn't get an answer to his questions. For the first time now, a voice arose from the shadows.

''Run, Victor. I want you to run.''
It sounded like someone had given darkness the ability to speak, every word thundering and whispering alike. Hearing it made a cold shiver travel down Victor's spine.

''Now you don't feel so mighty anymore, do you? Alone, in the dark, wounded.''
The pure horror.
It wasn't easy to make his way out. Dark red liquid was smeared all over the skillfully arranged mosaic of the floor.
Victor slipped and fell down, landing next to another body. He let out a shriek of dread as he recognised the crippled form of his former guardian Kherran Lumides. The darkness spoke again.

''Yes, now you know them.''
''What the fug do I know now?''
'' Now, my friend, you can comprehend the feelings of the people you dare to oppress.''
Victor got desperate, the voice now coming from entirely different directions everytime it spoke.

''What are you talkin' about? I didn't do anything wrong''
''Ha!''
The laughter boomed through the hall and Victor almost got a heart attack. He didn't expect the darkness to be able to laugh.

''Victor, my dear Victor, still ignorant, even during your last gasps. You know full well what I am talking about. Suffering families, exhausted workers being treated like dirt, women being raped, children killing their kind for money and food.''
The darkness around Victor seemed to close in around him and on his back he crawled as fast as he could, facing the direction that the voice seemed to come from. Hectically he searched his robes' pockets for his needle pistol or at least his knife. They were gone. Everything he found was the silver medal that identified him as a merchant from Nostramo Quintus, the symbol of his power. He cursed it and wished that he had never followed this path.
In the shortest moment desperation took over and he threw the medal away at the dark voice.

''Still fighting, eh?''
Victor winced and turned in a hurry, the voice now coming from the shadows behind him.
He gave up. No longer could he endure this scenario of fear and darkness.

''Come and show yourself to me! Come and fight like a man!''
The answer sounded angry, but it didn't seem that Victor's provocation had worked.

''I will not fight you like a man. For I am not a man.''
''Then what are you?''
''I'',
the voice began, now being a sharp whisper that hurt Victor's ears,

''I am darkness incarnate. I am the Night Haunter.''
Victor Lear collapsed.
Then the shadows swallowed him.

Justice had once more been served.


ONE
Night Lords Warship Darting Avenger


''I was one of the first to meet our father, and I loved him from the very moment that my eyes caught sight of him.''


ANCIENT COREOL LOOKED up. His mechanical bodyparts hissed in relief as he changed his pose after hours of story-telling. The shreaks of his limbs echoed through the mighty halls of the Legion's archives. Coreol knew most of what was preserved in these venerable chambers.
In fact, he had helped to bring large amounts of the stored wisdom onto data-slatas as well as onto parchments. Now the honour of passing this knowledge on to future generations of Space Marines was his. The mighty warrior entombed in his Dreadnought armour enjoyed this task, it was an honour indeed. It made him proud.
Proud that his Primarch had chosen him to teach and to form new men who would soon serve the Emperor in battle alongside him. During the hours that had passed Coreol had told the initiates who sat around him about the era of Unification and the ascendency of the Emperor. Although having listened to the old Dreadnought without speaking or interruptng him, the men began whispering between each other.
They now realised that their bodies ached from not moving for quite a long time and they were glad that Coreol seemed to make a pause.

''Quiet!''
The word produced by Coreol's vox implants sounded like metal hammered on metal, the strengh of it enough to immediately stop the young Marines from talking.
They were intimidated, Coreol could feel it, but he didn't mean to frighten them. He spoke with the voice of a father teaching his children, guiding them and preparing them for their role. But he also had to show them their limits.
One hand open to aid those who needed the help, the other hand ready to show his pupils what happened if they went too far.
He liked his attitude, benevolent yet strong in will. He was the ideal of a warrior of the Emperor.
And even though he was the very essence of age, he was not willing to quit his service for his beloved creator. Coreol had fought in uncounted campaigns, slaughtering the Emperor's foes and spreading the light of the Imperium of mankind. But the older Coreol got, the more he enjoyed staying in the archives for long times, resting, learning and teaching alike. He had become the Legion's most feared warrior long time before he now had become the Legion's most talented storyteller.
While telling his stories Ancient brother Coreol seemed to slip out of reality, focussing all the force of his brain implants on reproducing the events that happened so many centuries ago.

HE HAD BEEN First Captain back then.
He rememberd every little detail of the Emperor's glorious appearance and the magnificence of the meeting with the eighth of his lost sons. He was paralyzed that moment, speechless in awe.
But for the initiates to be able to understand the whole grandness of the occasion he had to start at the very beginning. And the beginning was the reunification of the Master of Mankind with the Night Haunter.

THE ASTARTES LEGION that travelled with the Emperor's personal fleet during the campaign towards a planet called Nostramo was the VIII. Legion. Its name was known throughout the Imperium, the deeds of its legionnaries legendary.
The Space Marines of the ''Desmodon Raptors“ had already served alongside the other Legions on Terra during the Unification Wars. After the rise of the Emperor these Marines were assigned with the noble task of bringing the lost human cultures of the rest of the galaxy back to the light of the Imperium.
Originating from the middle and eastern parts of former Europe, the 8th Legion Astartes was named after a long extinct mammal from Terra that used leathery wings to fly and hunt during the night. The name of it coming from the old roman term ''Desmodontinae'', it was said to even haunt humans. Imperial records named this animal ''vampire bat'' and due to the myths of its effectiveness in hunting at night the Marines from the 8th were well worthy of adopting its name.

FOR THE DESMODON Raptors excelled at rapid assaults. The Legion's Marines who proved themselves in close combat were given Mark I jump packs. Jump packs allowed them to bring death from above by jumping off of Thunderhawk ships or crossing huge distances in a short amount of time.
These Assault Squads were highly valued by the rest of the Legion and their reputation made them one of the most feared foe throughout the galaxy. Assault Squads that were composed out of the veteran Marines called themselves ''Raptorcults'' and they were the best of the best. With the permission of the Emperor himself and the Legion's Lord the Raptorcults were organized in a separate company, the 23th, the Storm Company.

COREOL SMILED. NOT one of the initiates was able to understand what the Dreadnought was talking about. For noone of them had actually seen what he had experienced in battle for hundreds of times. He had fought alongside the Raptorcults and they always had cut bloody swathes through enemy lines.
Each single one of them was a brutal sight in battle. Their deep blue armour was nearly invisble against the dark skies during the attacks at night making it really hard for enemies to pick targets.
The Storm Company's men wore the insignia of the Desmodon Raptors, but non-standard equipment was beginning to be seen more common.
Chainglaives and warpaint went into this category. Chainaxes were in use of almost every Legion that used Assault Squads, and they served really well. But they lacked elegance. Assault Marines from the World Eaters were famous for hacking their foes to shreds, but simple hacking was uneffective against stronger armour. So the Techmarines from the 8th had signed a deal with the Mechanicum on Mars to produce a hybrid of chainswords, chainaxes and the upcoming technology of Thunderhammers.
The results were weapons which could be used as stabbing, armour-piercing weapons as well as scythe-like instruments for reaping through close enemy formations.
But not only weapons changed.
The contract with the Mechanicum also included the newest technology for jump packs. With that, the Desmodon Raptors were the first to recieve newer marks of jump pack which meant more stability, control and the ablity of staying airborne for a longer time.
While perfecting the Legion's tactics through adaption of new technologies, the legionnaries did their best to underline their reputation as deadly hunters.
Skull shaped face masks or painted markings of terror on their helmets became very popular with the time.
Often, the last thing a foe of the Imperium who was facing the VIII. Legion's Raptorcults saw was the grin of death right in front of him. Some warriors painted stylised lightning bolts on their armour to show their loyalty to the Master of Mankind at the same time as using the imagery of thunderstorms to frighten their enemies.
During the years of the Nostramo campaign the Storm Company became some kind of warrior lodge. The veterans who joined the ranks of the Raptorcults were blamed to make use of brutal rituals that made them overly bloodthirsty in combat. They had to deal with the reproach of only killing for killing's sake, losing focus in hand-to-hand and therefore neglecting the Imperial ideals.
But the battles that were won and the systmes reclaimed made the critics fall silent. There was no argument against the Emperor's most loved warriors. The Cult's commander, who held the title ''Talonmaster'' took his place at the side of the Legion's Lord.
Zso Zahaal, a hero of many campaigns, had the rank of the Talonmaster at the time the first doubts about the Raptor's actions arose. Zahaal was as deadly a warrior as he was an eloquent orator. He picked his words wisely everytime he was called to account for the alleged wrong-doing of his brethren.When asked what he knew about the mysteries and the lapses of controlled thinking in the midst of his company, the Talonmaster came up with answers that allowed no argueing.

''Have you been there?'', he would say, his voice turning into a mere whisper, cold as ice, ''Have you ever been to the frontline of a battle?''
Everytime his words froze the blood of the inquirer. Obviously the people who were tasked to ask questions were Imperial personal and not warriors, so none of them had experienced war, let alone the cruelties of close combat.

''Will you ever acknowledge what my brethren are accomplishing? Leave war to the warriors, and the warriors will leave the talking to the bootlickers. My company serves the Emperor and Him alone. We use every method we need to strenghten His force and to further support his struggle. We slay foes for you to live on. We stalk them at night for you to enjoy safe daylight. We overcome darkness to bring your illumination to them. We endure horrors that would crush your simple mind. And you dare to question my methods? Who says that I am the one who can not be trusted? Maybe it is you if you go on holding a whole company of Astartes off of their duty. Think about it.''
This answer had been enough. Intimidated, noone asked again.
Coreol smiled. Not one of the initiates was able to understand what the Dreadnought was talking about. For noone of them had actually seen what he had experienced in battle for hundreds of times. He had fought alongside the Raptorcults and they always had cut bloody swathes through enemy lines.

COREOL DID HIS best to describe the surprise attack tactics of the Cults to his students.

''Strike hard, strike fast, that is the Raptorcult's philosophy. Noone can see them coming. Once you see them, you are already damned. They come for you, they fall down from the heavens. Every light from their armour's systems is turned off. Raptors are invisible during the night. And then they hit you like birds hit their prey after a nose-dive, headlong into enemy lines. Once a Raptor is on top of you, he will switch his light systems on again and a loud shreak is heard all over the battlefield. If you're still alive while a Cult hits your position, your ears will burst at the shreaks of these killers. There is no possibility of escaping. They are your doom.''


HUNDREDS OF BATTLES had been won keeping the Raptorcults in reserve, dropping them in at the right point of time from atmospheric and orbital aircraft like Thunderhawk Gunships.

IN THE FIRST years of their appearance on the battlefields of the galaxy, they had been fighting alongside the Legion's mobile infantry, for example charging enemy position backed up by squads of Astartes transported in by Rhinos or Terminators carried in Land Raider heavy tanks. This trend was receeding with the years, the Raptors were more and more becoming hunters that allowed noone else but the elite to go to battle at their side and join them in their actions.
Also, they were employed more and more only for highly specialised and often highly dangerous missions. All of these factors combined to instill a unique 'esprit de corps' amongst the warriors of jump pack-equipped units... and it was this spirit of dangerous individualism which was to have terrible consequences during the years to come...
For now they were the most feared warriors under the command of the Emperor. They were the very ideals of the warriors of the 8th Legion. And what the Legion would become known for.
They truly were the lords of the night.


TWO
Nostramo Quintus

THEY WERE NOW crossing Encubis Square, a gigantic open space paved with black tiles which were produced in factories all over the planet. The acidic rain that fell from the shrouded heavens of Nostramo made the Astartes look like they were walking on an ocean of black water.
On the first look all of the streets of Nostramo Quintus were empty. The only things that dared to move were the flickering bowls of light that engulfed the beaded lamp posts on both sides of the streets. They looked like little suns, desperately trying to bring some light into the dark void of their environment.
The drops of rain that were touched by the glow shone like little silver stars, completing the imagery of small star systems that blended together into one big galaxy.
A sudden crack followed by the sound of splintering glass ringed through the silence. One of the lights faded from the rows of lamps and left a dark scar in the galaxy of light.
Coreol pushed any treacherous thoughts about bad omens aside and refocussed his mind. His enhanced senses noticed movement in the dark side streets and recesses of the main road. Coreol stopped and raised his left arm to signalise his squad to have their weapons at the ready. When there was no sounds of safety catches being released and bolters being aimed he turned around. He smiled when he saw that there had been no need to tell his men to be aware of a possible threat. Brother Nemet, who carried the squad's heavy bolter, looked over to his Captain and nodded in assurance that everything was already under control. Crouching in the shadows, slowly, the people that fled from the light and purity of the foreigners now left their hideouts, crawling on their knees. Through the vision slit of his helmet he could see the expression of their faces. They spoke of fear and incomprehension towards the sudden appearance of the armoured giants from the heavens.
Coreol imagined what they were thinking of him and the rest of his squad. He envisioned what they saw when they looked at him.
He was a giant, Astartes build of course, clad in a heavy suit of Mark II ''Crusade'' pattern power armour. Painted blue and red, the colours of First Company, he had to be an awesome sight. Stylised eagle wings and lightning bolts were attached to the armour's breastplate and to the left shoulderpad, gleaming white in the scarce light of Nostramo Quintus.
The artists of Terra could have made brilliant paintings out of this scene.

COREOL HAD BEEN part of the delegation that had been sent down to the surface of Nostramo Quintus.
The ''delegation'' had in fact been a military strike force to secure the city and its surrounding area. Noone knew for sure what waited for them on the surface of Nostramo, therefore the Commanders of the 157th expeditionary fleet had mustered a respectable amount of soldiers.

THE STRIKE FORCE consisted of roughly two thousand Astartes of the Desmodon Raptors, four thousand five hundred Imperial Army soldiers of the 42th Lybian Archers and several war engines from the Legio Mortis, mighty Titans from the Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars.
It was a military presence like it had never been seen on Nostramo before. Several Army Commanders called the amount of troops 'showing off' and that half of the deployed troops would have done the job as efficiently as the number actually mustered. But the opportunity of recovering a lost son and one of the most competent leaders that soldiers can think of was too precious an opportunity to be dealt with carelessly.

***

DEPLOYMENT HAPPENED AS planned. The first to go in were the Astartes of 5th and 6th company. Each contingent was about two hundred and fifty Marines strong, which left the whole north of the city under control of little under five hundred Space Marines. The first warriors to smell the air of Nostramo were the men of Captain Belhaan's 5th.
Belhaan wasn't really pleased with the task that he was assigned with.
He was to secure the northern train stations of Nostramo Quintus, as well as the vehicle production facilities in the north-west. Noone should be able to leave or enter the city without the Astartes allowing it. This was a necessary action, but it meant that Belhaan would be far off the main action in the centre of the city, leaving him with little glory at best. But he was a man of duty and he would never have questioned the tactical genius of the Legion's Lord.
At dusk, the first drop pods descended from the heavens like firey comets.
Once they hammered into the streets of the city, their armoured flanks, shimmering midnight blue, bursted open and disgorged dozens of Astartes warriors.

''SERGEANT ZERON AND B'kaal, take your squads, pick five more and see that you secure the train station a mile to the north!''
Belhaan opened the vox-link to advise his sergeants to bring their squads into position.

''Aye sir!''
''Miriel, lead your squad to occupy that facility over there.
''Aye sir!''
''Lo, you and Jubos are to secure the Hithert Gate train station in the north-west!''
''Understood!''
''Krieg, lead your men through the facilities to your right! All others, follow me! I'll keep the vox-link alive in case of enemy contact. One last order: Only shoot if someone shoots at you! Is that understood ? Alright, everyone knows his objective ? Good hunting brothers!''

***

THE HUNT HAD taken about half an hour till now. Coreol and Squad Oidea chased the stranger who they had encountered on Encubis Square. It had been bizarre.
Coreol had been first to see him. He had been a mere shadow, but were he had walked the people had dropped to their knees in what had looked like admiration and obedience.
But when he had been confronted with the First Captain and his squad, he had turned, and with few leaps he had been on top of one of the balconies of the small road's buildings and was about to escape from their views.
He had not planned to be seen by the invaders yet.

COREOL AND HIS squad ran. They were on his heels.
The stranger jumped from balcony to balcony, crossing the streets at a height of around 10 metres. His long cape made the man look like a giant bat, and in an instant Coreol found himself thinking about the moment that he was to face his Legion's father.
He wondered what it would be like to meet a man that mighty. The thoughts immediately vanished as he stumbled and he had to concentrate not to fall onto the jet-black tiles. The road had become more uneven and the chase had become more exhausting.
As he looked up again, there was nothing but the gloomy sky above Nostramo Quintus and empty balconies. No stranger.
Coreol slowed down and signalised Oidea to come to a halt.

''Where in the Emperor's name did he go?''
Although the First Captain's question was obviously rethorical, Nemet felt like responding to it.

''Serious question, Captain? 'Cause it seems that there's more crossroads and dark niches here than in any other place of the universe. Heck, if I wasn't Astartes I couldn't see my damn hand!''
The chuckle of a dozen deep, vox-altered voices followed. Beneath the skull-shaped markings of his midnight blue helmet, Coreol smiled. To others it may have seemed as insubordinate behaviour, but Coreol knew it better. Nemet had only stated the truth. They had pursued the man for nearly an hour, and they hadn't lost sight of him for the whle time. Now that he was gone and lost in the darkness there was little point in further chasing the stranger. He told his men to let the man go and to return to their initial route.

''Foreigners!''
The voice sounded like ice. Coreol almost suffered a heart attack. As he had turned around, the man they had lost sight of only a few seconds before directly stood in front of him. Coreol backed away and immediately had his Bolter in firing position.

HE WAS MASSIVE. A good head taller than Coreol and the rest of squad Oidea and with broad shoulders, he was a giant of a man.
But Coreol didn't only feel the stranger's physical presence. There was something that the young Captain had no explanation for. The man who's bulky figure stood less than two metres away from him was fully shrouded in darkness. Even the flashlights attached to the Astartes' Bolters weren't able to shed light on the man's face. It seemed the stranger was darkness incarnate. They weren't even able to figure out if he was some kind of warrior or if he was wearing some kind of armour at all. They didn't know who they were facing.

THEN, THE MAN began to talk.

''Foreigners, stop and listen to me'', he began, every word sending a cold shiver travel down the spines of every Astartes of squad Oidea.

''Who are you so we should listen to you?'', asked Coreol.
The stranger overheard his question.

''The people of Nostramo don't want you to be here. They don't want to be ''freed'' by you.''
For a second, Coreol was at a loss of words.

''Coming straight to the point, eh?''
Brother Kieldrad didn't seem so intimidated by the stranger.
After a moment, Coreol had settled his thoughts.

''How can one decline the illumination that the Imperium brings?''
This was no empty phrase. He really wasn't able to understand what the hooded man meant.

THE WALLS OF the buildings that defined the thin street seemed to come closer. The darkness was pierced only by the Astartes flashlights and the far away glow of the Imperial Spaceships in the Nostramon orbit. Coreol felt uneasy. He did not fear anything, for he was a Space Marine, but the black, man-shaped void in front of them made him feel hollow and abandoned.

''You know nothing about this planet, let alone this city, do you, foreigners? There is no need for you to be here, treating us like enemies and frighten Nostramo's people with your soldiers.''
''You dare to question the methods of the Emperor from Terra, the Master of Mankind ?''
''I know who sends you. But he is your master, not mine. Neither is he the master of the people of Nostramo.''
''Throne! What are you implying?''
The man's voice became deeper. It almost sounded sorrowful. Coreol could have sworn that the man's figure became more hunched and less intimidating every minute they were talking to him. Something was very wrong in here.

''I have seen the future my son. I've seen it many times. If your plans are successful, there will be suffering...suffering beyond measure.''
Coreol had no idea what his opposite was talking about.

''I've heard them, son. I've heard them. A million voices, united in one cry of desperation. A giant column of fire followed by unimaginable pain. And darkness.''
''So what is it you're saying?'', Coreol asked, still confused.
''If you do not listen to my warnings, then listen to the city. Listen closely, stranger. What you hear is what rejection sounds like... the rejection of your magnificient plans by people who want to go on living their lifes like they ever did.''

COREOL GRUNTED. FOLLOWING the order, he turned away from the hooded man and looked up to the sky. He placed his dark red gauntlet on his helmet's communication system and adjusted it. In the distance, he heard booming sounds of explosions and rapid Bolter fire, as well as the rattling of automatic weaponry.
The vox was flooded with cries of alarm and enemy contacts. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The people of Nostramo were really fighting his brethren.

''Tell you're men to stop their actions. Violence is not necessary. Tell them to bring your Emperor down here, immediately. Everyone but him will face the habitant's guns. You better do as I say, for a lot of bloodshed can be avoided.''
Coreol turned back to the hooded figure in front of him. But before he was able to speak a word or even raise his Bolter, the man had receded back into the shadows behind him. Three words were what he left for the Astartes soldiers to consider...

''Do it. Now.''

Wow!! Great work, I can't believe you aren't a native English speaker. Looking forward to more!

Thanks, glad you like it ;)

At least one out of what, 30 readers now ? :P

I think this is pretty good, especially considering English isn't your first language!

It conveys the whole darkness/terror idea of Night Haunter pretty convincingly in a short space. One thing tho', personally I think it would end better without the final line.

Would love to read more!

Nice job BCB.

I nearly expected him to say "I'm Batman!" at the end there for comedy reasons. :D

Looking forward to you next part. ;)

dude
really nice
kinda feel sorry for the dude in a way
amazing work
*prepares to write something to feel better about own work*

Nice work, particularly if English isn't your first language.It makes a nice change to read about the Night Haunter standing up for the opressed - after all, that was how he started off, a fact that many seem to miss in their attempts to portray him. He has more depth than simply 'slaughter the disobedient'...

Yeah I know nice read,It really convey's the image of what Night Haunter originally
was meant to be,Kinda like a Dracula/Batman.It really fits the image of the way he dealt justice to the corrupt on Nostromo. :) :ph43r:

I added another little part of the story and turned the first part into a prologue. I actually finished more, but I'll put that on here later ;)

Plan is to let the Dreadnought tell most of the story of Night Haunter, partly citing from "The Dark".

Hope you like it. Comments appreciated :)

Damn you BCB just when I thought I had come up with an original angle for a story, I found out you've already written something similar (with different characters). :P

On the serious side, this is excellent. I'm looking forward to more.

Thanks man, I would like to read some of your stuff :)

Added another (rough) part. I hope you enjoy it ;)

For everyone who's still reading, Chapter I is complete. Chapter II is in the works, I think that it is already a bit better than Chapter I, because I had the feeling that Chapter I got worse with every line I wrote <_<

Still looking for some C&C, if anyone is willing to read through all this stuff :lol:

I like it, and wow you write fast. :P It's good especially how your setting up the eventual renaming to the Night Lords. Looking forward to more.

Thanks :) ...looks like you're he only one still reading it though.... <_<

Argh, nevermind, I added the beginning of Chapter II.

Hey mate don't fret, I'm still reading. :D

I wish I was a good enough artist to draw that last scene.
(Because it would make a great image!) <_<

amazing
why arent you working for black library?
DP

Now, it's not thaaat good :lol:

Anyways, I added another few lines...please, can someone tell me if I'm ok with tenses? I found it really hard to switch between the different past tenses <_<

I also made up a little Interlude and an Epilogue (yes, even before I got anywhere near the main plot), I think I'll post them in the next few days ;)

1.respectfully disagree. :)
2.you have a bigger english vocabulary than i do. and english is my 1st langage!!!





(wanders off reaading a thesaurus.......................)

Thanks guys..well, I use a dictionary too, for sure, but I try to use it as seldom as possible.

Aaaand, I now added the epilogue... yes, as said, before the story is even half-finished ;)

I'll add more to the main story in the next days B)

For now, read like you've never read before ! :P

Very nice finish. Can't wait to see the rest of the middle section! Now I feel a but harsh bringing this up, but you missed the I out of traitor right at the end.

Thanks man...fixed.

i demand more! :blink:

MORE I SAY! :ph43r:



DP

Long time, but I finally added the ending of chapter two. Felt kinda weird writing it, dunno how good or bad it is ;)

Feel free to comment :)