|First of the March of the Masses|
MasqueradeWe all carry namesMasquerade by ScionofApolo
Warren, Matthew, Gabriel,
They all have different aspects and meanings
But what happens when those names become blurred
Who am I?
Am I Warren? Retail worker and housemate?
Am I Matthew? Living shadow and watcher?
Am I Gabriel? Messenger and deceiver?
I look at the cracks in the walls of my head and wonder
Which mask do I put on today, and which one is screwed forever to my skull?
Which ones are twisted reflections of depravity that I can be?
Which ones was I handed to be, cast within the play?
Which ones must I bury to stop the ceaseless whispers?
I look in a mirror and see it shatter before my eyes
Each piece a mask staring back at me
Voices whispering of choices, of ideas
Why bother? All you are is a tool to get what they want? You won’t be missed
Not good enough for her? Make her bleed for it. Make her wish she’d never met you
Keep moving, there
Ember Sons Deathwatch Creation = Deathwatch Creation =Ember Sons Deathwatch Creation by ScionofApolo
All Ember Sons gain the following benefits: +5 Ballistic Skill, +5 Toughness and the Cant of the Bolter Drill Solo Mode Ability (See Below). In addition the Betcher’s Gland is completely ineffective to the Ember Sons.
All Ember Sons have the Demeanour The Promethean Cult (Deathwatch First Founding pg 22), and should they start to fall to the Primarch’s Curse they show the Unyielding traits (Deathwatch First Founding pg 24) that the Salamanders do.
Solo Mode Ability (Cant of the Bolter Drill): The Ember Sons believe in hammering the enemy with bolter fire as their battle brothers attack from the flanks and rear. To the effect, the Ember Sons have great practice in maintaining fire, both solitarily and as a group. Once per battle the Ember Son Marine may start voice the Cant of the Bolter Drill, allowing a reroll of a single failed Ballistic Skill check, as the holy words grant the Emperor’s guidance to his shots. He must, however
Space Marine Chapter: Ember SonsSpace Marine Chapter: Ember SonsSpace Marine Chapter: Ember Sons by ScionofApolo
After the Dropsite Massacre on Isstavan V, the Salamanders legion was dropped to a decimating level. Due to this the great primarch Vulkan, took his brothers aside upon the completing of the Codex, and getting exemption of his legion being split. Throughout history there have been no recorded Salamanders offshoot chapters. However there are some chapters of that bear traits of the Salamanders, the Ember Sons being one of them.
The Ember Sons are of an Unknown Founding, discovered operating during the early 35th Millennium after a Warp Storm had subsided. Their fortress monastery is located upon the planet of Nahuatl III, a Jungle Death world, the inhabitants being of medieval advancement. They don’t oft come down from their fortress unless they have come to recruit or to defend their people when they are of true need of it. Their colours are deep green and brown, accented by bone white and silver. Their Heraldic symbol is a Winged Serpent-D
6th ed Space Marine Codex CommentarySo the new Space Marine Codex came out on the seventh of this month, and I’ve spent some time looking through it. These are a few of the assessment’s I’ve made about it:6th ed Space Marine Codex Commentary by ScionofApolo
-Chapter Tactics: This is a new set of rules that give you some circumstantial bonuses depending on the progenitor chapter that you are running. Each Chapter (Ultra Marines, White Scars, Imperial Fists, Black Templar, Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard) each get a couple special rules that add to the feel of the chapter, making it less Ultramarine crazy like it was in 5th. For example, my chapter, the Ember Sons, is a Salamanders offshoot. So they get to reroll failed saves against wounds caused by flamer weapons, as well as reroll failed to wound dice while attacking with a flamer weapon. It also makes it that each character in my army may upgrade one of their weapons to Master Crafted at no additional cost, even if that weapon was purchased as an upgrade to what his normal load out
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For every reaction there is an equal and opposite reaction. A concept that we learn in school relating to physics. Yet at the same time it can be easily put for people and interactions. Take for example this last month and my complete blowout. Some of you read it, many of you didn’t, and NO I am not going to repost it for those who hadn’t. Simply put, I was given a bad turn, and I returned it with interest. The following will probably sound much like Tevye, as I come to ‘vocalize’ what all happened.
I’ve had a good number of different reactions to what I did and said, from people saying I should put it back up and not care on one hand to one person actively threatening my life next time I did something of that flavor with the other. Reactions, every single one.
The question becomes why?
A friend of the person put it in the best way I believe by saying “You were venting the best way you knew how....even if that way is downright stupid and impersonal.”
For those who know me, the reaction that I gave was understandable, but the person who threatened me hasn’t gone out of her way to know me, thus her reaction is understandable as well. I can’t even hide behind the charade that my last journal was not intended to hurt the individual, as I can distinctly hear within my memory the buzzing, feral voice saying what equated “Burn her, leave nothing left”. For those who have paid attention through the years, or have gone back and read my prior journals, you know that I’ve not had the best luck with dating. One of the biggest things, however, is that I both loathe and fear the slap-and-drop endings. These tend to both piss me off and give my inferiority complex a wonderful place to start spewing the sort of miasma that I drowned in for a while after Kelsey. On the other hand I was a ham-handed brute, taking all the information I had and practically screaming it for any and all to hear. I became much like my father in taking the information as well as common social circles I had and proverbially lashing the individual with it.
I can’t say ‘I’m sorry’ enough for doing so.