Another week over and another weeks worth of indie goodness!
Bushido #4 (Top Cow): Vampires Vs Samurai's That Is The Question!
Bushido 4 answers the question that has crossed everyone's mind at some point or another and that question is who would win between a Vampire and a Samurai?
and the answer is this.........Who the hell cares! Its awesome regardless of who wins! Allow me to show you why.
This is a Vampire getting sliced up by a Samurai. This is the definition of awesome.
This is another Vampire killing a Samurai. This is also the definition of awesome.
And this is a Samurai Vs a Samurai-Vampire.........your arguments are now invalid!:
Normally I limit myself to only 3 images per comic I add to this list but this issue is just so gorgeous in every aspect and I cannot and will not limit myself to just that small glimpse at the awesomeness that was this issue! Top Cow you are now back to the top of my favorite Indie companies!
2000AD #1855: Tripping On Art!?
Now 2000AD almost made it into this list twice for the same issue (2000AD contains multiple stories) once for the Pretorian Vs The Carnifex a very short and sweet fight that must been seen! But I thought that would be unfair so instead I settled on what I thought was the center point of this issue. The art that made me feel like I was on some form of ecstasy.
There was something about the art in this story that jumped out at me due to the contrast in styles. The sort of comic drawing crossed with CGI.
There was no particular moment in this that stuck out I just found myself completely mesmerized by the art that I was seeing on the paper in front of me. This is the definition tripping on art!
The Shadow #18 (Dynamite): The Shadow Vs The Light
This is probably one of the best battles in comics this week (second only to Samurai's Vs Vampire of course!). We've already seen the Shadow throw down a few times with the Light and here it goes again!
Given the amount of tussles these two have had now (c'mon what is this the 5th or 4th?) I was waiting to see a good conclusive fight and I wasn't disappointed.
Although everytime I see the Light I think her supername should have been Negative-Ninja-Nun though I still manage to look past that. As usual the artists in the Shadow pulled off yet another stunning few panels
It is said that the C'tan were created at the very beginning of the universe, spawned from swirling gases and enormous amounts of energy, and as such are etheric creatures by nature. In their natural form they are vast beings and spread themselves over the surface of a star, sucking at its energy to feed themselves. After a time, they learned to use diaphanous wings to travel to other stars to continue their consumption. The matter around them was so insignificant that it didn't even register to their voracious appetites.
-Description of the C'tan
"I am endless. I am oblivion. Since the dawn of time I have existed and you attempt to resist me? Foolish mortals. I shall bring the night to your pathetic existence."
The Nightbringer was the first C'tan to make its presence known and was the being responsible for devouring the star that was destroying Necrotyr. It is a being of immense age and power that in many cultures including the Eldar it has embedded itself as Death personified. Weaned on a diet of slaughter, nothing else could satisfy its hunger and the Nightbringer eagerly threw itself into war against the Old Ones, laying waste to entire regions of space in the name of its monstrous hunger.
"You think you can play games with me? You clearly do not know who you are talking to. Every game that you have ever played, every lie you have ever told, every method of deception you have ever used, I invented them all."
The Deceiver unlike its fellow C'tan who use their brute force and terrifying abilities to get their way instead uses trickery and deceit. Using its word it has caused whole civilizations to bend to its will.
The Void Dragon
"This thing. This Dragon. If it exists it is the biggest threat to life as we know it. If this thing ever returns then Emperor save our souls because the Dragon will devour us all."
-The Void Dragon (Imperial description)
The Void Dragon is the most powerful of the four remaining C'tan it was a master of the material realm and its warriors were practically invincible. While eating stars it takes the form of a cloud of dark light engulfing everything in its path.
The Outsider is considered to be insanity incarnate. It disappeared after cannibalizing its brother and has not resurfaced into the material realm in recorded history thus no-one truly knows what the creature looks like and is generally referred to in texts as simply a pair of burning eyes that induce incredible fear and insanity on anyone unfortunate enough to gaze upon them.
Powers and Abilities:
Description of a C'tan Shard:
"Even in their reduced and wholly fettered state, C’tan shards are beings of near-unlimited power. They can manifest energy blasts, control the minds of lesser beings, manipulate the flow of time, and banish foes to alternate realities. Indeed, a C’tan shard’s abilities are limited by only two things, It’s imagination-which is immense- and glimmering memories of the being from which it was severed. Whilst no individual C’tan has full recall of the omnipotent being it once was, each caries the personality and hubris of that far vaster and more puissant being. Though a Shard has the power to reduce a tank to molten slag with but a gesture, it might simply not occur to it to do so, as its gestalt primogenitor would have tackled the situation through other means, such as by devolving the crew into primordial ooze, or deceiving them into attacking their own allies"
-Necron Codex pg. 40
C'tans destroying plants, devouring stars and creating black holes:
" Planets were razed, suns extinguished and whole systems devoured by black holes called into being by the reality warping powers of the star gods."
-Necron Codex pg. 9
A C'tan essentially removing someone from reality:
"Mutating the flow causation and remolding the temporal stream, the C'tan casts back into the darkness before time was time."
-Necron Codex pg. 41
A C'tan's mere presence destroys reality around:
"The natural world revolts at the C'tan shards presence, the very ground writhing and shaking as the physical laws holding reality together are undone."
-Necron Codex pg. 41
C'tan's presence destabilizes gravity:
"The C'tan's presence destabilizes gravitational forces, disrupting engines, teleporters and warp jumps."
-Necron Codex pg. 41
The Nightbringer eats a star from the inside out:
“Seventy thousand light years away, the star known to Imperial stellar cartographers as Cydo entered the final stages of its existence. It was a red giant of some ninety million kilometres diameter and had burned for over eight hundred million years. Had it not been for the billowing black shape floating impossibly in the star’s photosphere and draining the last of its massive energies, it would probably have continued to do so for perhaps another two thousand.
Normally, it generated energy at a colossal rate by burning hydrogen to helium in nuclear fusion reactions deep in its heart, but its core was no longer able to sustain the massive forces that burned within.
Powerful waves of electromagnetic energy and sprays of plasma formed into a rippling nimbus of coruscating light that washed from the star in pulsing waves. The Nightbringer fed and grew strong again in the depths of the dying star.”
Nightbringer pg. 273
The Nightbringer devours a man's life-force:
“As though sensing his thoughts the Nightbringer slowly turned to face him, the yellow pits of its eyes burning his soul, boring into the core of what made him human. But Kasimir de Valtos had set himself to becoming an immortal god and utter single- mindedness filled his thoughts as a creature from the dawn of time swept its darkness around him.
‘Make me like you! I freed you. I demand immortality – it is my right!’ shrieked de Valtos as the Nightbringer lowered its gaze to his. He felt himself sucked into the creature’s eyes, the emptiness of its stare more terrifying than anything he could comprehend. He saw the dawn of the alien’s race, the things they had done, the misery and suffering they had inflicted upon the galaxy and the blink of an eye that was the race of man. He dropped to his knees as the sheer insignificance of his existence trembled before the unutterable vastness of the alien’s consciousness. The fragile threads that were the twisted remains of Kasimir de Valtos’s sanity shattered under such awful self-knowledge. This being had tamed stars and wiped entire civilisations from existence before the human race had even crawled from the soup of creation. What need had it of him?
‘Please…’ he begged, ‘I want to live forever!’ The Nightbringer closed its clawed hand over de Valtos’s head, the blackened fist com- pletely enclosing his skull. Kasimir shrieked in terror at its touch, his flesh sloughing from his bones as it fed on his life energies.”
-Nightbringer pg. 224
Pulls a space-ship out of a different dimension:
“The Nightbringer released its grip on de Valtos, letting his ravaged body topple to the ground. Slowly, deliberately, it turned its attention to the glowing metal fixed in the centre of its former tomb, passing its gnarled fingers over the shape. And in space, a crescent shaped starship began to slowly drag itself from the shadowy realm it had occupied for the last sixty million years, called back into existence by its master.”
-Nightbringer pg. 224
The Nightbringer lolstomping some Space Marines despite the fact being weakened to only the tiniest fraction of its power:
“Uriel, Pasanius and Dardino faced the awesome form of the Nightbringer, weapons drawn, feeling waves of horror breaking against them, but standing firm in the face of the enemy. Uriel had nothing but contempt for the massive alien creature before him. The darkness of its spectral cloak billowed around its form and twin pools of sickly yellow pulsed within the darkness where its head might be.
The howling darkness of its scythe-arm lashed out, faster than the eye could follow. Sergeant Dardino grunted, more in surprise than pain as his torso toppled from his body and his legs crumpled in a flood of gore. Pasanius opened fire, his bolts stitching a path across the swirling night of the alien’s form. Hollow, echoing laughter pealed from the walls as each bolt flickered harmlessly through the enveloping darkness. The scythe licked out again and Pasanius’s bolter was sheared in two perfect halves. The return stroke removed his right arm below the elbow. Uriel used the distraction to close with the alien, slashing the power knife into the darkness. He screamed as the glacial chill of the being’s substance enfolded his arm. The creature’s awful talons swung in a low arc, punching through Uriel’s chest, tearing through a lung and rupturing his primary heart. He hurtled backwards, landing awkwardly across the remaining slab of the tomb, the glowing metal burning its image into the back of his armour. Pain ripped through him, deep in his chest, along his arm and within every nerve of his body. He groaned, fighting to push himself to his feet as he watched the Nightbringer begin the slaughter of his men.
Uriel roared with rage as the Nightbringer effortlessly butchered his men. Knowing that there was no chance to defeat this impossible creature, still they faced it, refusing to give in. Pasanius fought one-handed, slashing wildly at the creature as it darted about the chamber cutting and slicing.”
-Nightbringer pg. 228
The Marine realizing how weak the the Nightbringer was when it did this:
“The connection made between them by the Nightbringer granted Uriel the barest insight into the manifestation of this utterly alien being and suddenly he knew that despite the carnage it had wreaked, it was but a fraction of its true power. It was still so very weak and needed to feed. Uriel knew that every second that passed granted the Nightbringer fresh power as it fed on the strong life energies blazing in this place.”
This is just something i'm trying out. Its no secret to anyone who chats with me here on the vine that i'm a big fan of Indie comics in general so as I read so many random things I thought it would be interesting and insightful to post what I think the top 3 best bits to come out on Indie comics and only Indie comics every week. Hopefully you guys will agree and it'll give you a chance to see some stuff that interests you, that you may have missed!
Archer and Armstrong #14 (Valiant Comics): Archer Goes Batman!
Now whoever reads this series knows that Archer is a serious badass but this issue he's pissed off. So much so that he ends up channeling his inner Batman on some poor unsuspecting soldiers sent to kill him.
He then goes on to have one of the best rants i've heard in comics in a long time about how he and the night are besties and how the night is apparently really into social networking.
I think we may have a new champion. Batman and Nolan-Bane step aside Archer might be the new king of the night. Heck the night apparently follows him on Twitter that means he must be important...
Critter #15 (BDI Comics): Best Use Of Telekinesis EVER!
At the moment in the Critter-verse everythings gone pretty crap. America is being flooded by a villain called Tidepool and all the heroes are pretty busy trying to keep of Pool's minions under wraps suffice to say its pretty chaotic. However during the chaos Yellow Jacket decides to enact some revenge.
As usual in these kind of grudge matches the villain gets in a few good hits and the hero retaliates leading to the villain saying how he won't be beaten as easily as the first time.
Suffice to say it followed the general trend of fights until this happened. Critter has telekinesis but she doesn't use it much so when this happened I expected something awesome.
I expected something awesome to happen. What I didn't expect was this.
Buzzkill #2 (Dark Horse): Bloodiest Fight!
Now the theme of this whole issue is set pretty quick when a bunch of villains come to beat down on everyones favorite drug-induced super-hero who is trying to go T-total. However back-up arrives in the form of Eric.
Who the proceeds to beat the living bejeezus out of everything in his path. Suffice to say he uses his batons far better than Nightwing or Daredevil.....well more lethaly anyway. He also brings a few gadgets.
Upon seeing that he's gonna get Eric killed despite the dudes incredible awesomeness Ruben realizes he needs to bite the bullet and give in to the substances he's trying to kick. The results are........pretty extreme. Suffice to say the next couple of pages are filled with some pretty brutal and bloody fighting until the fight eventually ends.
Until the fight eventually ends.........
UNTIL THE FIGHT EVENTUALLY ENDS!
UNTIL THE FIGHT EVEN-..........never-mind doesn't look like he's stopping anytime soon.
Its been a while since I made a blog post so I thought i'd make one about one of the least known and yet one of the best indie titles going around. Suicide Risk from BOOM! seems to have completely flown under the radar which is a travesty. This series is absolutely brilliant. The concept is and the art both interior and on the covers is incredible.
Written by Mike Carey and illustrated by the talented Elena Casagrande this series is both story-driven and visually stunning.
What is it about?
Superheroes and supervillains are in a constant battle for supremacy but as a drug appears on the streets that turns regular people into supers the heroes and cops begin falling like flies due to the sudden boom in villains. Suicide Risk follows a run of the mill cop Leo Winters who has to deal with super-villain activity on a daily basis. When his friends are murdered in a super-villain heist on a bank it causes Leo to crack. No longer content with being a cop and motivated be revenge he tracks down the power-dealers and empowers himself in order to hunt down the super-villains that killed his friends. The dealers however cannot guarantee what power Leo will get if he undergoes the procedure. He eventually ends up with the ability to manipulate every natural occurring force from electricity to gravity (I blanked it out in case people wanted to discover for themselves what power he ended up with). To sum it up briefly this is the story of an average guy who is pushed into getting powers to avenge his friends and hunt super-villains.
This series is one of the most original ideas i've seen since Lazarus. The characters are engaging and the villains are evil enough to get you to hate them straight off the bat.
Why you should read it:
This is honestly one of the best indie titles out there at the moment. Second only to Lazarus. The series is only 6 issues in but the story is fast-paced and advances in leaps and bounds. You will not be bored reading this in slightest.
Carey and Casagrande have brought their A-game consistently with this series and in comparison with Marvel and DC's titles this series is leagues ahead. I don't really have anything negative to say about this series and while I would go into more detail about it I don't want to give out any more spoilers than I already have as this is just a sort of spot-light post to get people interested not a synopsis so if the idea of this series appeals to you in anyway shape or form just buy issue 1 and you will definitely want to keep reading. I've been looking for a replacement ongoing for Scarlet Spider and it looks like i've found it in Suicide Risk.
For those of you who do not know I love Zombie games. For some reason I find them amusing beyond nearly every other type of game out there so I thought i'd compile a list of what are in my humble opinion the top 10!
Left 4 Dead 2 the sequel to Valves successful Left 4 Dead was one of the games I was greatly anticipating before its release having had such a blast playing the first. The second was solid game bringing in little improvements such as melee weapons, new infected etc.... and it seriously is a lot of fun to play online with friends or just a bunch of random people (I normally end up pissing off for some reason). However this game fell into a trap a lot of successful horror franchises fall into. Sacrificing horror for action. It happened with Dead Space 3 and it happened with Left 4 Dead 2. If this was a survival action shooter then no doubt this would be near the top however its a horror survival game. Left 4 Dead 1 while not the scariest game around had some of the most creepy atmospheric maps i've encountered in a Zombie and Left 4 Dead 2 lost that. While I understand they were trying to come up with a little more variety of maps etc.... they sacrificed one of the most core parts of Left 4 Dead which was its creepiness. Having said that I preferred the survivors in L4D 2 Nick and Ellies = Best Team Ever!
Why you should play it:
Regardless of what I just said this is still one of the most fun multiplayer Zombie games around. I had a blast playing this online with other people and friends.
Yet another game I sat back waiting for with anticipation. Dead Island boasts some of the most gorgeous back-drops you will ever find in a Zombie game. The fact that a lot of this game takes place in broad daylight surrounded by a very un-horrific back-drop and yet still remained very much a horror game is impressive however this is mainly due to the the psychology of the entire set up. Walking through a tropical paradise hotel when the pools are filled with blood and death is basically lying around everywhere is probably what makes the game so horrific the fact they took an area so associated with having a good time, partying etc.... and just turned into a warped opposite of itself is what makes it creepy. The gameplay for the most part is great, driving the cars is a laugh and the quests for the most part are great. There are few things that nagged at me about this game though was its slight lack of replay-ability. I found it got repetitive very fast especially the combat although the custom weaponry is brilliant.
The Multiplayer is a nice touch and allows you to have fun with mates (well the ones who don't intentionally driving off cliffs to annoy you) and brings a bit of a new dimension to the game.
Why you should play it:
The graphics are gorgeous, the environment is surprisingly creepy and the multiplayer is fun.
Zombies and Cowboys........that is all......As soon as I heard there was a Wild West themed Zombie game I was one it in an instant. I'm sorry but that whole concept is just to fun to pass up and I was right. Undead Nightmare started out as a DLC for Red Dead Redemption (also a good game) but became so popular they made it into a standalone game. The best thing about this game is how unique it is. You will not play another Zombie game like this. Galloping around on your horse while getting chased by hordes of undead while simultaneously unloading your six-shooter is just as amusing as it sounds. I of course have a few issues with this game despite the ludicrously good time I had playing it. For one is a PS3 only game......I would have loved this on PC but no......Sony had to kill my dreams. The missions can get repetitive and it can get to a point were you are bored of doing the same thing over and over again. The story is also.....ermmm.....weird as hell. The multiplayer unfortunately doesn't work with the campaign which is a shame. Its only a survival type scenario Ie: You put on a map and have to survive as long as possible.
Why you should play it:
As I said previously its unique. There is no other Zombie game quite like this. (also getting to ride the horses of the apocalypse is awesome. War for tuh win!) Oh and Dead Eye + Zombies = Fun!
Dead Rising was the first game I ever had on Xbox 360 (before it died on me!) and it is probably the most over the top Zombie game you will ever play. Everything around you can be used as a weapon from pies to shopping trolleys. One of the things great about this game is the amount of Zombies that can be around you at any given time (its a metric ****-ton). Now you may be wondering why Dead Rising is here and Dead Rising 2 is only an honorable mention. The reason is simple in Dead Rising 2 you have to make sure to get this girl medicine every half hour (in-game time not actual playtime) and its annoying as hell. If you let her die you don't lose the game but it just nagged at me. The next part was the customization. While it was pretty fun at times it was also rather distracting creating a rocket trolley is fun and all but there's something about the first game that had you grabbing whatever you could to defend yourself right off the bat gave you a sense of spontaneity that was lost in the second. I also preferred the protagonist in the first to the second.
I had a few qualms with this game one of them being of course that it was an Xbox exclusive I WANT PC DAMNIT! The second one fortunately rectified this mistake but not in time to save Dead Rising 1. I sometimes wished I could throw that mobile phone he had out the window I felt like I was getting consistently bugged to do quests. Also like most games the replay-ability is questionable.
Why you play it:
It is basically its own type of game. No Zombie game prior to this had the amount of Zombies and weapon options this game boasted. It is also a hell of a lot of fun. Putting hats on Zombies or getting in a trolley so you can plow though them or even using a lawnmower to deadly effect is exceedingly entertaining.
Although kind of debatable whether this is actually a Zombie game or not it contains mutant things that moan, walk slowly towards you and try to eat you so thats good enough for me. Killing Floor started of as a mod for another game (can't for the life of me remember which. Half Life maybe?) but got so popular it became a standalone title and with good reason. Killing Floor is dedicated to multi-player there is basically no option for single player stuff however this isn't a detriment as playing this solo is not how its meant to be played. The basically consists of waves of enemies coming at you until you meet your gory end. This may seem very repetitive however surprisingly it isn't. The combat classes, slow motion reaction time and of course the tons of player created content keep this game fresh and entertaining. Not to mention you can have co-op to upwards of 30-50 players at the same time which is hilarious fun when you see the innumerable tide of Zombies coming at you.
My only real complaint about this game is how HARD it is to level up combat classes. Damn it takes ages to level up and get bonuses the game really makes you work for it just a little too much in my opinion.
Why you should play it:
Awesome mulitplayer fun and replay-ability out the whaazoo! Not to mention the free updates, Christmas, Halloween and other holiday events are a laugh.
The first and best Left 4 Dead game. While the second was good it didn't have the same atmosphere or creepiness the first one had. I basically summed up the difference between the first and second game in the Left 4 Dead 2 article so I haven't really left much to say about this game besides the fact that it is in my opinion the best Zombie FPS. Nothing has taken away its crown yet.
Why you should play it:
Like L4D 2 its damn fun and for some reason I prefer the game without melee (forcing you to conserve ammo for example). You should play it for the same reasons as Left 4 Dead 2 and then some.
This game had so much hype when it was released and with good reason. It is not only one of the best Zombie related games but also one of the best PS3 games over all. Naughty Dog really out-did themselves with this. This is one of the most original ideas for a Zombie-style game i've seen in a loooooooong time. Its very story driven, the explanation and cause of the outbreak is pretty unique and the characters are likeable. The combat is fun and the graphics are great. Like Dead Island this game loves throwing eerily beautiful images at you. My one complaint is that it is only for PS3.......I mean seriously? I need to make some kind of petition to force every company to make PC versions of their games.
Why you should play it:
This is without a doubt one of the most immersing and story-driven Zombie games you will play.
If you haven't heard of this i'd like to know where the rock is you were living under. The game initially started out as mod for Arma (also a great game) and soon became standalone after it blew up in popularity and with good reason. Arma (for those of you who are unaware) is a military simulation not really a game and the DEV's who made this kept that quite a core component of the game. In this game there is no goal outside survival. Nothing else. The game basically shows you what if would probably be like if everything in the world did go all Zombie-ish. There are no missions, no goals. Just finding food, conserving ammo and staying alive in a world were players are just as likely to kill you as the Zombies. Ever wondered what it would feel like to take out the gaming side of a Zombie apocalypse and just have the survival well this is it. I wouldn't call this a game so much as a simulation.
Why you should play it:
This game is basically your answer to the what if question. Its how I imagine things would likely turn if the whole zombie thing ever had the slightest chance of being real.
This is an awesome game. There is no other way to describe it. With the storyline written by Robert Kirkman (you don't know who he is then shame on yaz!!) and graphics that while cartoony suit the game down to the ground make this the best story-driven Zombie game you will ever play. I mean EVER. You want fast-paced action then this game is not for you but if you like suspense and games where your choices and decisions effect the outcomes then this is definitely for you. This game can and will mess with you. For example when you have to pick keys up from near a dead body's face and you know its gonna get up and bite ya but you gotta do it anyways then absolutely nothing happens......2 minutes later you turn around and theres the Zombie!
Why you should play it:
If your one of those people who loves story-driven games you will love this. Not to mention its hilarious to watch how the DEV's in this game put you into situations you really don't want to be in!
Well here it is! My favorite Zombie game of all time! Some of you are probably looking at that image and thinking "what?". This game has flown under the radar quite a bit and with no good reason. This is the epitome of what you want from a Zombie game. It has absolutely everything. If you cross Day Z with the Walking Dead and that then has a love child with Dead Island you have State Of Decay. Nearly everything in the maps is interactive cars, houses etc.... you have nigh-unlimited options on what you can do (which is not the case in Day Z where you could only enter certain buildings). Ontop of that you have to find and build up areas to keep those nasty bitety zombies from getting to you or your teammates. Thats right in this game you get to build bases. Not to mention like Walking Dead things you do have consequences. If you don't save someone or refuse to help people in your group when the time comes that you need someone to back you up on supply run or something to that effect your screwed. It focuses on survival: stealth, evasion, distractions, base building, survivor community, securing resources and combat. There is but one problem with this game. 1 problem that keeps it from becoming the ultimate Zombie game that all future Zombie games should be compared to...........currently there is no multi-player.........and as damning as it sounds the fact that I still find it the best Zombie themed game i've ever played says something. If they update this with a multi-player (which they have threatened to) this will be the benchmark.
Why you should play it:
It is the perfect balance between the survival type game and FPS/action. The idea is great and ontop of that there is quite a bit of dark humor in the game which really appeals to me my favorite part thus far being:
Marcus: You took that dead guys walkie talkie after killing him?
Ed: Hey the guy tried to eat me.
Marcus: You think his friends are gonna be pleased about that? they probably won't even talk to you if they don't want to kill you.
Ed: How do we know they were his friends? This is a damn apocalypse they have hated his guts and just stuck with him cuz they had to.
After the cancellation of Venom and Scarlet Spider (although there have been rumors that they will be relaunched next year. Yost also said he would not deny or confirm these rumors so there's still a little bit of hope Scarlet Spider fans) it got me thinking would a Spider-man themed team-book be a good way to go? Here's my thoughts.
Characters that Could not hold a solo series would get exposure:
We've seen both Scarlet Spider and Venom get "cancelled" whether this is permanent or not we shall see but for arguments sake lets say it is. they obviously failed because they didn't get enough sales as a solo series. Characters like Scarlet Spider, Venom, Spider-man 2099 or even at a very big push Black Tarantula (one can dream right?) are all awesome characters that in conjunction with each other would generate interest especially if Spider-man also plays a big role, attracting in people who are interested in him.
How could you not want to see this?:
The idea of a Spider-themed team book brings up so many options for stories. For example I would die happy if we ever got to see the entire Spider-Family Vs the Totem Eaters. Not to mention it would be great to see the Spider-family interacting on a more personal basis than just cross-overs or odd occasions. Not to mention with both Miles Morales and Spider-man 2099 jumping through time this would be a great time to put this idea into actions not to mention the fact both Kaine and Venom have no recurring roles they are free to be added to the roaster without continuity problems.
As I said earlier due to the characters on the team the story potential is nigh-limitless. We have the Totem eaters, time traveling stories (thanks to Miguel and Miles), Symbiote themed stories (thanks to Venom) etc..... You have so many options that can work here.
Now is the perfect time to do it!:
Now I hate Superior Spider-man as much as the next Spider-fan but even I will admit he is the perfect leader for this team. For a few reasons:
He will turn a blind eye to the team's laxed Morals (looking at you Kaine and Venom) something Peter would never ever do regardless of the circumstances.
Superior is a team player. Unlike Peter who preferred to go solo Superior is a team-guy. We've seen him create a private army and is even in the process of forming a new Sinister Superior Six
Not only that when Peter eventually does return he'll have this team to come back too. If SpOck did manage to keep them in some kind of order and use them as a force for good Peter would most likely continue to do so as well as lets face it he's big on responsibility and both Kaine and Venom are technically his responsibility as he's responsible for them both appearing.
Granted there may be some compatibility issues such as Superior hating Scarlet Spider's guts but that could easily be explained by SpOck wanting to keep his friends close but his enemies even closer so he could take them out should he choose to. Suffice to a say a truce between Scarlet and Superior or Venom would not be hard to explain.
It gives the characters some growth. With every alternative Spider-man character they all have some kind of hero-worship for Peter. Be it Flash's fanboyism, Kaine wanting to be like him, Miles and Miguel being inspired to fight for good by him they all have a kind of idolism for Peter Parker. Working with Superior would kill this allowing them to go their own way. It may be a cruel thing to say but shattering their opinion of someone they held to such a high standard would give them a new lease and new stories making them question what they are doing all of this for.
They have a great dynamic:
Because of their different MO's the team dynamic is great. Seeing them interact with each other during a confrontation between the enemies or each other. Due to their history and past friendship and animosity at times there would be hardly any explanation needed as to how they act the way they do with each other. Seeing them beat on each other could be just as likely as the enemies if something goes badly wrong.
Who should be on the team?:
Like him or hate him Superior is the only one with the key to bringing this team together. He has the motivation and reason to do it. We've seen that Otto takes an instant dislike to anyone who knows Parker is Spider-man or anyone who dresses up in a Spider-Themed suit. Gathering all those people in one team under his command is in his best interest for obvious reasons. As that way he can keep tabs on them and take them out if they become a problem. Regardless of your feelings for the guy he's the perfect person to set this up. Not to mention that we might get the occasional disagreement which could lead to Superior getting beat down by his team-mates for being a d***! Not to mention it sets up the team for when Peter does return.
Miguel O'Hara is probably the smartest member of the Spider-family. Before becoming Spider-man he was high ranking geneticist at Alchemax and soon went on to take it over and become CEO. Suffice to say he's one smart guy, one who has knowledge on how to make and use tech from the future. He's the only one who could humble Superior in the intelligence department. Every team needs a brain. Someone who can figure out ways to take out the higher level threats that can't be taken out by brute force alone and Miguel is exactly that!
Just as every team needs a leader and a thinker it also brute force and most of the time lots of it. Venom and Kaine are both perfect contenders thanks to their past connection with Spider-man and each other. They also bring a bit of diversity to the group due to their unique abilities.
I could say more but honestly there isn't really much that needs to be said. Why they would join the team is pretty evident.
Lets face it every team needs a newb. The kind of guy who hasn't been run down by what life has thrown at him, who often gets things wrong and who rises to the occasion when the time calls for it. With the Ultimate Universe (possibly) ending and Miles (hinted) coming to the 616 Universe Miles would be a prime target for Superior due to the fact he could use Miles blind adoration for Spider-man to mold him in his image or alternatively just to keep tabs on him like the other Spider-themed guys.
These are the members that are not on the team all the time but are sometimes called in:
Given that he's a merc it wouldn't take much for him to accept payment from Superior in order to come in for the odd job.
Due to her connection to the Avengers and Spider-man its conceivable that she may help them out on occasion.
If Carnage is brought into custody after the events of Superior Carnage then its possible Superior could try to harness and control him just as Wizard is currently trying to do albeit more successfully. Carnage could be the rogue element of the team only brought out when the need is truly dire and they need someone to absolutely wreck everything before being returned to his cell.
Widow has recently shown sympathy for Spider-man and seems to be conversing with him on a much more regular basis. While not a member of the team she could be their contact at SHIELD if they need information.
Just a thought on how to keep more variety in the Spider-books as now that Scarlet and Venom are no long on the shelves I would HATE to see just Superior there.
Thought i'd make a list with what is in my opinion the best yet largely unknown/under-appreciated titles out there at the moment. In no particular order:
Lazarus (Image Comics):
This is one of the newest series to hit Image comics (its only 2 issues in thus far) and by far one of the best the label has under its belt. After the end of Luther Strode's second volume (also an awesome series if you haven't read that yet go read it!) I was looking for an ongoing to fill my Image void. Lazarus does everything I hoped it would and more.
To sum Lazarus up its like someone sat down and suddenly thought "I like the Fallout games, Game Of Thrones and the Godfather movies........screw it lets throw everyone of them into one scenario and see what happens!" What happens is Lazarus and the idea is every bit as awesome and bizarre as it sounds.
After an apocalyptic event the world is thrown into turmoil with different families ruling different areas. None of the families seem to like each other and at best they tolerate each other and at worst out-right slaughter each other! Each family has a member known as the Lazarus. the Lazarus is the single-member of the family that is dedicated to protecting them. Undergoing genetic enhancements, high-tech upgrades and other such bad-assery. The on-going follows the Lazarus of the Carlyle family Forever (yep fricking weird name i'll give it that) as she tries to protect and keep her family from unraveling.
There are so many reasons that you should be reading this. The story is brilliant for one, the art is gorgeous, its only 2 issues in so catching up is not a problem and at 1.99$ its one of the cheaper comics on the market. I cannot condone anyone not at least trying this title out!
Quantum And Woody (Valiant):
Now its no secret that i'm a big fan of Valiant comics so when Quantum And Woody started I bought the first issue without hesitation and as usual Valiant have churned out yet another brilliant title. So much so that Quantum And Woody is now my favorite Valiant title surpassing even my love for Harbinger (that i'll get to later).
Quantum And Woody is basically the story of two half-brothers who obtain superhuman abilities via an accident.
As odd is it sounds the story is in fact very entertaining. The whole sibling rivalry thing that this ongoing puts across is perfect in every sense of the word and down right funny. Which brings us to the books strongest quality. This book is hilarious. I'm not talking funny i'm talking about the only book that has made me laugh out-loud since Kelly's Deadpool. It is that damn fun. The art that accompanies it fits the theme of the series really well. Granted humor is subjective but in my opinion this is the most fun you will have reading any ongoing series from any company right now. How many heroes first outing ends with them holding a disabled villain out a window and fighting mutant clowns well this series gives you the answer.
I have nothing negative to say about this book apart from the fact you cannot take this seriously. If you open this book with any other intent than to relax and read something light and funny then this isn't for you.
Aphrodite IX (Top Cow):
Having read the original run by Wohl and Finch I was stoked when I heard they were kicking off an on-going based on the character and when I heard Sejic was on the pencils I was jumping up and down with joy (you'll see why soon!).
This series takes place a loooooooooooong time after the original run of Aphrodite IX. To sum it up as briefly as possible Aphrodite is a synthetic human created to be the perfect killer. After every assassination her mind is wiped so she doesn't remember anything she did. Thus creating someone who cannot be interrogated or broken. Years after the first run Aphrodite's mind has yet again been wiped and she remembers nothing of the events that transpired. She is kept in cryo-stasis while the world goes to hell around her. When she is mistakable awakened during a fight between the Cyborgs and the Bio-augments (the two warring factions) she has to pick a side although this might not be easy as her "handler" from the original series is still alive and kicking in the stasis pod next to her. Poised to take control of her when he feels it beneficial for some to die.
Now the art in this is spectacularificlystupedulous I had to make up my own word to describe it as its just that good. Sejic is probably the best artist around at the moment and if you don't believe me just check the scans. The guy is incredible and makes this series the most visually stunning around at the moment. The story is great, the art is a word I made-up to do it justice and its only 4 issues in. Ontop of that the 1st issue is FREE! FREE!? You can download it from Comixology free of charge here:
This is currently the only title from the big 2 (Marvel and DC) I am reading as the other titles failed to grab me.
Scarlet Spider follows Kaine the hot-blooded and until recently villainous clone of Peter Parker. Having got a new lease on life Kaine is seeking to become a better person and leave his murderous past behind him in favor of a heroic one although he still has trouble with that due to his volatile and violent nature. This basically the classic story of a villain trying to better himself and yet failing spectacularly in certain aspects while he battles his inner daemons. In this case quite literally as poor Kaine is the host of a being called the "Other" that slips into control every now and then causing him to pretty much flip his sh*t. Think Bleach with the whole Hollow Ichigo deal and that's pretty much whats going on here with Kaine.
This series has had quite few artists on it and most of them have been above average the current one is Carlo Barberi. The story is great thanks to Yost and it is the best title Marvel is currently producing. One of the best features about this series are the fight sequences. They are some of the best to feature in any comic as of late (aside from Luther Strode) and given how many times they have appeared in the "Best Battles" threads made by k4tzm4n just proves it (coincidentally the battle from Scarlet Spider 21 appeared in it this week: Best Battles 08/30/13). I heard someone describe it as Marvel's "popcorn flick" which I think pretty much sums it up.
This is the title that introduced me to Valiant and as such pretty much holds a prized spot in my pull-list. Harbinger is quite hard to liken to any other title currently going however if I was really forced to i'd probably call it X-men on meth. Due to the nature of independent titles they can have far more excessive content and Harbinger has taken advantage of this showing what telekinetic's and other such power individuals are capable of without the whole "PG-13" hanging over their heads and thats fun to see (albeit gory too).
Harbinger's main character is a young man by the name of Peter Stanchek who is a powerful Harbinger who's vast psionic abilities allow him to do some pretty scary stuff. As the series progress's it becomes more of a team-book as others join Peter in an attempt to stop the main villains.
There is so much depth to this story that I cannot and will not go into it here. Suffice to say that it is worth reading for both the story and the art. This is one of Valiant's top tier titles and with good reason.
Alias: The Betrayer, Crimson Psychopath, Red Death, The Avatar Of The Blood God
Kharn wields the Demon Weapon Gorechild. Gorechild is an ancient dread-axe thousands of years old made of adamantium with mica-dragon teeth for blades. The weapon counts both as a power-weapon (See the Space Marine Respect Thread for info on power weapons) and a daemon weapon. As a demon weapon the axe incorporates the essence of a trapped daemon:
A Daemon Weapon is a sentient item that grants tremendous power to its wielder. The weapon itself is often quite destructive in its own right, and nearly all Daemon Weapons allow their bearers access to their daemonic senses, heightening their perceptions of their surroundings. The bound daemon, if it has not been driven to insanity by its imprisonment, can also counsel its bearer or even manipulate him.
-Description of a Daemon Weapon
The bearer of such a weapon is in constant battle with the weapon to prevent it overtaking them and devouring their soul. Kharn use his bloodlust and insanity to channel the destructive nature of Gorechild onto his enemies and has remained in control of the weapon for the past 10 thousand years:
Some conformation of Gorechild being a Daemon weapon:
Gorechild, Kharn's daemonic axe, howled in his hands -Let The Galaxy Burn, Wrath Of Kharn
Gorechild howled with frustrated bloodlust, writhing in his hand as if it would turn on him if he did not feed it more blood and sinew soon. -Let The Galaxy Burn, Wrath Of Kharn
Kharn using Gorechild to suck the soul out of an opponent:
His axe howled thirstily as it drank deep of the ancient and corrupt soul imprisoned within. -Let The Galaxy Burn, Wrath Of Kharn
Kharn wields an arcane Plasma Pistol that fires shots capable of reaching the same temperature as the sun. For more information on plasma weapons see the Space Marine Respect Thread.
The Blessings Of The Blood God and Collar Of Khorne:
Kharn bears the Mark and Collar of Khorne. These two artifacts render him completely immune to the effects of telepathy, telekinesis, reality warping and anything else outside the realm's of physical combat:
Daemonic Power Armor:
Kharn is the bearer of a set of daemonic power armor. For more information on Power Armor see the Space Marine Respect Thread. Kharn's version of power armor however is possessed by a daemon fortifying the armor with a daemonic aura rendering his durability far superior to that of a standard Marine. He also bears a daemonic forcefield:
As a Space Marine Kharn is capable of everything a Space Marine is (see the Space Marine Respect Thread) however he has proved himself far superior to a standard Marine in every aspect as I will show next.
Kharn tanking Bolt-gun shots (essentially small missiles) with ease:
‘BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!’ bellowed Khârn the Betrayer, charging forward through the hail of bolter fire, towards the Temple of Superlative Indulgence. The bolter shells ricocheting off his breastplate did not even slow him down. The Chaos Space Marine smiled to himself. The ancient ceramite of his armor had protected him for over ten thousand years. He felt certain it would not let him down today.
-Let The Galaxy Burn
Gets hit with a Lash of torment (a whip designed to take possession of your mind) and shrugs it off with sheer force of will and and bloodlust:
Leather-clad priestesses, their faces domino-masked, emerged from padded doorways. They lashed at Khârn with whips that sent surges of pain and pleasure through his body. Another man, one less hardened than Khârn, might have been overwhelmed by the sensation but Khârn had spent millennia in the service of his god, and what passed through him now was but a pale shadow compared to the battle lust that mastered him. He chopped through the snake-like flesh of the living lash. Poison blood spurted forth. The woman screamed as if he had cut her. Looking closer he saw that she and the whip were one. A leering daemonic head tipped the weapon’s handle and had buried its fangs into her wrist. Khârn’s interest was sated. He killed the priestess with on back-handed swipe of Gorechild.
-Let The Galaxy Burn
Demonstrates his Blood Blessing by resisting sorcery and hypnotism from a Slaanesh Lord:
As the cult leader spoke, imaged flickered through Khârn’s mind. He saw visions of his youth and all the joys he had known, before the rebellion of Horus and the Battle for Terra. Somehow it had all looked so clear and fresh and appealing, and it almost brought moisture to his tear ducts. He saw endless banquets of food and wine. For a moment, his palate was stimulated by all manner of strange and wonderful tastes, and his brain tingled with a myriad pleasures and stimulations. Visions of diaphanously-clad maidens danced before his eyes, beckoning enticingly. For a moment, despite himself, Khârn felt an almost unthinkable temptation to betray his ancient oath to the Blood God. This was powerful sorcery indeed! He shook his head and bit his lip until the blood flowed. ‘NO TRUE WARRIOR OF KHORNE WOULD FALL FOR THIS PITIFUL TRICK!’ he bellowed.
-Let The Galaxy Burn
Kharn shows why he is the most dangerous close quarter fighter in 40 by soloing 2248 opponents in a single battle:
Khârn was in among them, and no man had ever been able to boast of facing Khârn in close combat and living. The numbers 2243, then 2244, blinked before his eyes. The ancient Gothic lettering of the digital death-counter, superimposed on Khârn’s field of vision, incremented quickly. Khârn was proud of this archaic device, presented by Warmaster Horus himself in ancient times. Its like could not be made in this degenerate age. Khârn grinned proudly as his tally of offerings for this campaign continued to rise. He still had a long way to go to match his personal best but that was not going to stop him trying. Such pathetic oafs were barely worth the killing, Khârn decided, lashing out reflexively and killing those Slaanesh worshippers who passed too close as they fled. 2246, 2247, 2248 went the death counter. Men screamed and howled as they died. Khârn roared with pleasure, killing everything within his reach, reveling in the crunch of bone and the spray of blood.
-Let The Galaxy Burn
By the end of the battle how many opponents has he killed?
Once more he felt the thrill of victory, and knew no regrets for rejecting the daemon’s offer. 2487. Not his personal best, but still a good days work.
-Let The Galaxy Burn
Yep soloing 2487 opponents in a day and its not his personal best? Then what pray tell is his personal best? At the siege of Terra we find out:
I was the first to stand upon the walls of the Imperial Palace. I was the last to be borne away from Terra, my body broken by the slaying of one million of the Emperor's lackeys through the breach at Lions Gate. None shall ever surpass my count. The Contest is over. I won.
-The Weakness Of Others
Yep Kharn killed 1 million opponents in close combat on his own! One-fricking-million. These were all Space Marines. See the Space Marine Respect Thread to see what they are capable of and why this feat is so insane.
One of Kharn's most impressive close combat feats. Taking on upward of 30 Khrone berserkers in close combat at the same time. Berserkers have an average of mach 2 reaction speeds and can on average beat a Space Marine in close combat. Kharn takes on 30 of them at the same time (not separately, not one by one but at the same time) and slaughters them all mach 2 reaction speeds? Hah too slow:
Suddenly the rest of the berserkers were upon him. Khârn found himself fighting for his immortal life. These were no mere Slaanesh cultists. Newly tainted though they might be, they had once been worthy followers of Khorne, fierce, deadly and full of bloodlust. Mighty maces bludgeoned Khârn. Huge chainswords threatened to tear his rune-encrusted armor. Bolter shells tore chunks from his breastplate. Khârn fought on, undismayed, filled with the joy of battle, taking fierce pleasure every time Gorechild took another life. At last, these were worthy foes! The body count swiftly ticked to 2460 and continued to rise. Instinctively Khârn sidestepped a blow that tore off one of the metal skulls which dangled from his belt. The Betrayer swore he would replace it with the attacker’s own skull. His return stroke made good his vow. He whirled Gorechild in a great figure-of-eight and cleared a space all around him, sending two more traitors to make their excuses to the Blood Good. Insane bloodlust surged through him, overcoming even the soporific influence of the Heart of Desire and for a moment Khârn fought with his full unfettered power. He became transformed into an unstoppable engine of destruction and nothing could stand against him. Khârn’s heart pounded. The blood sang through his veins and the desire to kill made him howl uncontrollably. Bones crunched beneath his axe. His pistol blew away the life of its targets. He stamped on the heads of the fallen, crushing them to jelly. Khârn ignored pain, ignored any idea of self-preservation, and fought for the pure love of fighting. He killed and he killed. All too soon it was over, and Khârn stood alone in a circle of corpses. His breathing rasped from his chest. Blood seeped through a dozen small punctures in his armor. He felt like a rib might have been broken by the last blow of that mace but he was triumphant. His counter read 2485. He sensed the presence of one more victim and turned to confront the figure on the dais.
-Let The Galaxy Burn
Kharn Vs Loken. Kharn takes on Loken and has him on the ropes until a land raider crashes into him:
It was later revealed that despite being hit by almost 100tons worth of tank and having his chest completely torn out Kharn's healing factor had kicked and he regenerated. This is just prior to him slaying the 1 million opponents. So not only did he kill 1 million opponents in said battle he did so after having a tank pushing 100tons rip open his chest. Now that is stamina and durability!
Kharn sitting back and letting Angron Primarch of the World Eaters beat him up without wearing any armor or nay of his Chaos upgrades:
He exhaled, and took another step into the room. For a moment he thought he could hear movement, the padding of feet, a rush of air that felt like breath before everything splintered and whirled and he crashed into a pillared wall to land hard on his back, gasping in pain. By the time the gasp had entered his lungs, reflex had taken over and he was up on one knee, turning to put his broken right arm and shoulder to the wall and holding and tensing his left arm ready to ward as he scanned for motion, eyes sifting the gloom, pushing into infrared to see the hulking shape hurtling forwards to fill his vision— Will overrode reflex, and with an iron effort Khârn forced his hand towards his side. Then he was skittering on his back across the floor, breath hammered out of his lungs and cracked clavicle flaring. Unthinkingly he drew his knees to his chest, turned the skidding tumble into a backwards roll. Training, determination and Astartes neural wiring let him shunt the pain to the back of his mind as he came up into a combat crouch. Then will took over again, and Khârn made himself stand upright and placed his hands by his sides. He looked back and found the spot where he had rested a moment ago, but the floor was empty, no shape or heat-trace. Was this how it was for the others? He caught himself wondering, and stopped thinking about it when the lapse in concentration started him swaying on the spot. He focused, half-heard movement closing in behind him and opened his mouth to speak, and a moment later was jerked up from the floor, the back of his head and neck in the grip of a hand that felt bigger and harder than a Dreadnaught’s rubble-claw. Will, will over instinct: Khârn stopped himself from kicking backwards, trying to wrench free. "Another one? Another one like the rest?" The voice in his ear was a rasp, a rumble, words like handfuls of hot gravel. "Warrior made, warrior garbed, uhh..." For a moment the grip on the back of Khârn’s neck juddered and his body shook like a Stormbird hitting atmosphere, then the animal growl from behind him became a roar. "Fight!" He was being carried forwards one-handed in long blurring strides across the width of the hall. "Fight me!" With the words, a slam into the wall hard enough to leave Khârn’s wits red-tinged and reeling. "Fight me!" Another slam and the red was shot through with black. His limbs felt sluggish and only half there. The voice was bellowing drowning his hearing, pouring into his head and trampling his jangled thoughts. "Fiiight!" Another steel-hard grip closed about his broken arm and for a brief moment Khârn whirled through the air. Another impact and his back was to the wall, his feet dangling, broken shoulder incandescent with pain as one of the great hands pinned him against the dark marble. It took a moment for things to clear. Astartes biochemistry stabilised his pain and his cognition, glanded stress-hormones slammed into his system and Khârn looked at his primarch’s face with clear eyes. Wiry, copper-red hair curled away from a high brow, pale eyes sat deep behind cheekbones that angled down like axe-strokes to an aquiline nose and a broad, thin-lipped mouth. It was the face of a general to follow unto death, the face of a teacher at whose feet the wise would fight to sit, the face of a king made for the adoration of worlds: the face of a primarch. And rage made it the face of a beast. Rage pushed and distorted the features like a tumour breaking out from the skull beneath. It made the eyes into yellow, empty pits, debased the proud lines of brow and jaw, peeled the lips back from the teeth. And yet it was a face so maddeningly familiar, the face of the sire whose template had made the War Hounds themselves. Khârn could see his brethren in the bronze skin, the set of the eyes, the lines of jaw and skull. Pinned there and staring, the thought that flicked into his mind was of the Legion’s battles against the capering xenos whose masks wove faces out of light, taunting them with distorted mockeries of themselves. The primarch’s grip tensed, and Khârn wondered if he had heard the thought – didn’t they say some of their sires had that trick? Slowly Angron’s other hand rose up before Khârn’s face. Even in this light he could see the crackling shell of quickclotting blood coating the fingers. The hand made a trembling fist before his face that seemed to hang there for an age before it slowly opened to make a stiff-fingered claw. Khârn could tell how the claw would strike: a finger in each eye, powerful enough to punch through the back of the socket and into his brain, the thumb under his jaw to crush his throat, the whole hand then ready to clench and rip away the front of his skull or pull his head from his neck. Astartes bone was powerfully made – did the primarch have the power for that in just one of his hands? Khârn thought he did. But the hand did not strike. Instead Angron leaned forwards, the snarling gargoyle-mask of his face closing, closing, until his mouth was by Khârn’s ear. "Why?" And his whisper was like the grate of tank-treads on stone. "I can see what you’re made for. You’re made to spill blood, just as I am. You’re not born normal men, any more than I was." A long, savage growl. "So why? Why no triumph rope? Why no weapon in your hand? Why do you all walk down here so meek? Don’t you know whose blood I really— eh?" They were close enough that he had felt Khârn’s smile against his cheek, and now he pulled back to see it. Angron’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, then flashed open again as he twitched Khârn away from the wall and slammed him back again. It seemed to Khârn that he could feel the fingers of the hand that held him thrumming with checked violence. "What’s this? Showing your teeth?" Another slam against the wall. "Why are you smiling?" By the end of the question the voice was once again at that shattering roar, and even Khârn’s hearing, more resilient than human, rang for whole seconds before it cleared. And in those few seconds, he realised that the question had not been rhetorical. Angron was waiting for an answer. "I am..." His voice, when he found it, was hoarse and brittle. "I am proud of my Legion brothers." He swallowed to try and soothe his dry throat so that he could speak again, but before he could take another breath he was pulled from the wall and dropped. Angron’s kick lofted him into the air in a long curve that fetched him up against a cold, torn corpse. When Khârn dragged in a breath it was full of the reek of blood and offal. There was no way to tell whose the body had been. Bare feet thumped along the stone floor, counter-pointing growling heaves of breath as Angron closed the distance. He leapt and landed in a crouch beside Khârn as he tried to make his body move. The grip damped around him again, around his jaw and face this time, and he was dragged half-upright to stare into the primarch’s eyes again. "Proud." Angron’s lips worked as though he were chewing on the word. "Your brothers. No warriors. None of you will fight. Why... are... you..." He was shaping his words with difficulty, and one hand had risen to clutch at his head. "How, uh, how can, nnn..." And then he lifted Khârn by the front of his tunic and slammed him back down. The ragged remains on the floor gave a bloody squelch as Khârn’s back came down across them. "No pride!" roared Angron, in a voice that Khârn thought dizzily could finish the job of bone-breaking that his fists had started. "No pride in brothers who stand there with their wits slack! Dulleyed as a steer on a slaughter-chute! None of you fight! My brothers, my brothers and sisters, oh..." The grip on Khârn’s tunic lifted, and he blinked his vision clear and looked up. Angron was not looking at him any more. The primarch had sunk back onto his haunches, one great hand over his eyes. His voice was still a powerful rumble, but barely formed and harsh with accent. Khârn had to concentrate to make out the words. "My poor warriors," Angron was murmuring, "my lost ones." And then he dropped his hand and looked into Khârn’s eyes. The fury was still in his stare, but it had been banked like a furnace, glowing a dull vermilion rather than roaring crimson. "Your brothers," he said in a drained voice, "are not like my brothers, whoever you are." Whoever you are. It took a moment for the words to sink in, and the next thought was, He doesn’t know. How can he not know? Still flat on the floor, Khârn took a shuddering breath. "My name is Khârn. I am a warrior—" "No!" Angron’s fist shattered the floor beside Kharn’s head. Stone chips stung his skin. "No warrior! No!" "—of the Legiones Astartes, the great league of battle-brothers in service to our—" "No! Dead!" screamed Angron, his head back, muscles corded in his neck. "Uhhh, my warriors are dead, my brothers, my sisters—" "—beloved Emperor," said Khârn, fighting to keep his voice cool and level,
To put in perspective why this feat is so impressive I will show you how strong Angron is:
“'Whats happening', he shouted over the noise. No one answered and Loken fell as the top of the breach suddenly exploded in a sheet of flame that reached hundreds of meters into the air. Rocks and metal were hurled skywards as the top of the wall vanished in a massive seismic detonation. Like the bunkers in the cities, the Brotherhood destroyed what they could not hold, and Loken's senses shut down briefly with the overload of light and noise. Twisted rubble and wreckage slammed down around them, Loken heard screams of pain and the crack of splintering armour as scores of his men were pulverised by the storm of boulders. Dust and matter filled the air, and when Loken felt safe enough to move, he saw in horror that the entire crest of the breach had been destroyed. Angron and the World Eaters were gone, buried beneath the wreckage of a mountain. Before Varvarus could react to the senior preceptor's declaration, the rubble behind him shifted and groaned, cracks splitting rock and metal as something vast and terrible heaved upwards from beneath the ground. At first Loken thought that it was the second seismic charge he had feared, but then he saw that these tremors were far more localised. Janizaes scattered, and men shouted in alarm as more debris clattered from the breach. Loken gripped the hilt of his sword as he saw many of the Brotherhood's warriors reach for their weapons. Then the breach exploded with a grinding crack of ruptured stone and something immense and red erupted from the ground with a bestial roar of hate and bloodlust. Soldiers fell away from the red giant, hurled aside by the violence of his sudden appearance. Angron towered over them, bloody and enraged, and Loken marvelled that he could still be alive after thousands of tonnes of rock had engulfed him. But Angron was a primarch and what - save for an anathame - could lay one such as him low?”
-False Gods Pg. 389
Angron is capable of throwing of thousands of tons around and couldn't get Kharn to stay down without his armor on!
Kharn Vs Flesh Tearer: Kharn one-shots a Khorne/Blood Angel champion with a small blade. The same Champion that was seen butchering Khorne Berserkers that same day. Great skilling showing from Kharn:
Kharn stood unspeaking. He appeared to be sizing up the Flesh Tearer in return. Tarrogar raised his voice over the din. "If the Betrayer is to fight then let it be an even contest have him put aside the Gorechild" Mavin scoffed. It was a desperate ploy but before Mavin could give voice to his derision Kharn replied. "Agreed. Give me a weapon you deem a suitable replacement" Tarrogar gestured to one of his World Eaters a scarred veteran with a double headed power axe across his back. "Drogen, give the Betrayer your blade" The named berserker made to reach for his axe but the warlord halted him. A savage smile on his lips. "Your sword Drogen. Give him your sword" The World Eater, Drogen unhooked the short blade strapped at his waist and tossed it into the circle. Kharn retrieved it and drew it from the simple leather scabbard. It was forged from unadorned dark steel with a wide blade and a plain hilt. Tarrogar's laughter was taken up be several of his retinue. "The fool thinks he has already won" Mavin muttered before Brond stepped forward. "This is an insult" he made to unhook his own axe but to his surprise Kharn shook his head. "No" he spun the short sword in his hand testing the weight of the blade. "This will suffice" Mavin threw an alarmed look towards Brond. The Warlord simply shrugged as Kharn moved to the edge of the circle and laid Gorechild on the hot sands at Mavin's feet. "Touch it and you'll die" Kharn warned before turning back to the task at hand. The Flesh Tearer watched him closely eyes narrowed to points, taking in every nuance of his movements and stride as Kharn stalked back to the center of the fighting circle. Kharn drew up on the sand flexing his great muscular arms and neck. He beckoned to the beast. "Come its time to draw blood" "BLOOD!" with a scream of bestial rage the Flesh Tearer lunged forward. The beast was fast, supernaturally fast and barely seemed to touch the ground as it moved. The mighty chain glaive it wielded whirred deafeningly as eager for blood as its master and the Flesh Tearer brought it down overhead in a deadly arc. Kharn made no attempt to dodge the blow or feint to the side, nor to bring his blade up to block the powerful strike. As the Flesh Tearer screamed its horrifying war cry Kharn flipped the sword around into a reverse grip in his left hand and at the very last moment dropped down to one knee. The churning barbed teeth of the glaive tore threw the air only a millimeter from his forehead as he slid under the blow. Before the Flesh Tearer could turn for a second strike Kharn rose and still using his forward momentum plunged his blade into the side of the Flesh Tearer's head. With the flat of his right palm pressed against the butt of the hilt he guided the sword as he rammed it home with the full weight of his body behind it. Kharn roared and twist the hilt so sharply that the blade broke off inside his opponents skull. The Flesh Tearer was dead before his body hit the ground. Silence descended over the area. It had all happened in barely a few seconds.
-Chosen Of Khorne
Kharn kills the Terminator Lord Tarrogar. Marines in terminator armor have taken blows from 100+ tonners and yet Kharn tears one apart with apparent ease:
With a roar Kharn barreled into the Warlord from behind and Gorechild bit deeply into the back of Tarrogar's right leg. It's shrieking teeth spraying blood and shards of ceramite onto the arena floor. the blow did not fell him but he staggered and swung around lighting claws slashing through empty air. Kharn avoided their touch side-stepping neatly around his heavier foe and aimed another blow at the same leg striking hard into the weak armor at the back of the knee. Tarrogar howled i agony crashing to the ground his leg almost completely severed. Kharn was upon him instantly. He pinned the hulking beast his knee pressing one claw to the floor. He brought Gorechild close to aim his final and decapitating strike. With his free hand Tarrogar caught the mighty chainaxe by its hilt as Kharn brought it down towards his throat. The servos in his guantlet whined in protest such was Kharn's strength but he held fast the axe a safe distance away from his face. "You loose. Little man" Tarrogar grinned evilly and began to squeeze Kharn's fist in his servo powered gauntlet. Bare knuckles began to creak and crack under the terrible pressure. Kharn snarled wordlessly but smoothly drew his plasma pistol and aimed it into the joint of Tarrogars elbow. "No Devourer. You loose!" There was a flare like a miniature blue sun and Mavin was forced to cover his eyes. The Warlord had turned away from the shot but he not howled in pain and impotent rage. Armor, flesh and bone ran together dripping onto the ground and small flickers of flame danced in the charred joint where his arm now ended. Kharn tossed away the severed arm and gripped Gorechild in both hand. It was hard work to get at his enemies thick bull-like neck protected as it was by his terminator armor nut Kharn was not to be dissuaded. As Tarrogar cursed and spat Kharn worked the keening chainblade back and forth liek a demented surgeon. Sending razor shard of ceramite flying. With a sickening wet sound as the teeth bit home Tarrogar was silenced and bright red blood sprayed over Kharn's armor plate and exposed limbs. With a savage roar of triumph he hacked the Warlords head from his body and atrial pulses gushed from the ragged stump of his neck. Kharn lifted the severed head up high and roared.
-Chosen Of Khorne
Kharn physically overpowering Azrael the Chapter Master of the Dark Angels:
Azrael strained to keep his sword in place; Khârn’s fearsome strength augmented by the rage imbued in him by the Blood God. The Dark Angel was forced to take a step backwards.
With a snarl Khârn pushed Azrael back even further, the two ancient weapons coming apart in a shower of sparks
-Trials Of Azrael Page 16
Punching Azrael off his feet despite the Chapter Master's artificier power armor:
the World Eater struck out with his fist, the punch so powerful that it lifted Azrael from the ground and sent him crashing into a table.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 17
Cutting through an Emperor-class warship hull with Gorechild:
Khârn continued to slash down wildly with Gorechild forcing the Dark Angel to remain prone to avoid the blows. Each impact shattered more of the deck, thick cracks crazing through the toughened metal.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 19
Azrael remarks that the more bloodlusted Kharn becomes the better fighter he becomes:
The Supreme Grand Master had learned many things during his long years of combat, not least of which was that an angry opponent was a sloppy one but in the case of Khârn the Betrayer, the opposite held true. For ten thousand years the favoured son of the Blood God had followed the Eightfold Path to every corner of the galaxy, a trail of corpses in his wake and countless skulls claimed for the throne of Khorne. Numerous were the opponents who had thought Khârn beaten but just as numerous were the bodies of those who had prematurely celebrated victory over the World Eater.
The more battered and bloody he became, the greater his rage. The greater his rage, the more battered and bloody his enemies became.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 20
Azrael despite 10thousand years of combat experience is only able to land 2 blows on Kharn before the the World Eater blitz's him:
Azrael had cut Khârn twice. It was unlikely there would be a third time.
Relentlessly, Khârn came at Azrael, the Dark Angel desperately parrying the savage swipes as he backed away from his assailant. For every blow that he knocked aside, another made contact, breaking open armour and tearing the flesh beneath. There was no longer opportunity for counter-attack, each motion of the Dark Angel’s sword was a defensive stroke staving off the inevitable.
Aiming low again, Khârn slipped beneath Azrael’s guard and Gorechild ate through armour, arterial blood spilling from a wounded thigh. Azrael dropped to one knee and heaved his sword upwards to block yet another potentially killing blow which instead ended up embedded in the deck.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 22
Kharn shows the difference in skill and speed between himself and normal Marines by killing 3 so fast that he is already moving on before the corpses hit the ground:
The three Dark Angels did not know what was happening until it was too late. Pinned down by Black Legionnaires in defensible positions further along the corridor, they had taken to alcoves and doorways, slowly advancing from cover point to cover point, exchanging fire as they went.
The roar of a chainaxe from behind them drew their attention.
Two halves of the green-armoured figure fell wetly to the ground, his bolter discharging wildly in a spasming hand. One of the stray shots struck Khârn in the hip but he did not falter, swinging Gorechild around again and liberating another Dark Angel of his head.
The third Space Marine, unhelmeted and in the livery of a sergeant, pulled his chainsword free of its scabbard.
Khârn reacted quickest, severing the Dark Angel’s arm at the wrist, sending both fist and sword tumbling to the deck. His next swipe tore up through the stricken Space Marine’s torso, opening him up to the chest before one final blow claimed his head.
Khârn was already advancing along the corridor before the corpse hit the floor.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 34
Kharn solo's both an army of Space Marines and an army of his own allies that would have taken an hour if they had been fighting each other.........he kills them all in less than a minutes:
The Chosen of Khorne waded into the melee and, for the briefest of moments, the cultists were glad to have him at their side, the fate of their foes irrevocably sealed by the presence of the World Eater.
Their joy soon gave way to terror as Khârn ploughed through the throng, Gorechild’s thirst sated by the blood of friend and foe alike as it indiscriminately tore bodies apart. Like his patron, Khârn cared not from whence the blood flowed.
Left to their own devices, the two sides could have battled for the better part of an hour, attrition eventually granting the victory to whoever could outlast the other. Thanks to Khârn’s intervention, it lasted less than a minute.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 44
A Grey Knight Terminator and Justicar is unable to detect Kharn with telepathy due to his blessing of the blood god:
Wiping the sickly ichor from the blade of his weapon, Kersai became aware of the presence of another on the steel walkway. Disturbingly, the psyker’s warp gifts had not alerted him, the sound of footsteps being the first indicator of somebody approaching.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 62
The same Grey Knight hits Kharn with warp powers and Kharn doesn't even noticed them:
Caked in dried blood and filth, Khârn raised Gorechild and charged the Grey Knight. The silver-clad Space Marine raised his halberd, directing a powerful blast of psychic energy at the onrushing World Eater.
The stream of blue warp lightning washed over Khârn. Either choosing to ignore the pain or impervious to it, still he came. The Grey Knight renewed his assault, putting so much of his being into the power emanating from his force halberd that hoarfrost coated his suit of Terminator armour and dark blood leaked from both nostrils.
The effect was the same. His red armour glowing purple under the crackling wave of sapphire energy, Khârn did not falter.
KERSAI: No... This cannot be.
Resorting to more base tactics, Kersai raised his weapon to use it in the conventional manner but the World Eater was already upon him.
KHÂRN: Khorne protects me, Grey Knight. Unlike your corpse-Emperor.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 63
Kharn then proceeds to one-hit KO the GK Terminator:
A huge fist pounded into the psyker’s unprotected face, rearranging his features to such an extent that even the brothers who served beneath him would no longer recognise their justicar.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 63
Gorechild cut's through the GK's Terminator armor with ease:
Gorechild bit deep into the suit of Terminator plate, carving through the flesh and bone beneath and spraying its wielder with yet more blood. Hardly breaking stride, Khârn surged onwards as the Grey Knight’s constituent parts dropped away into the dark depths of the engine house.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 63
Kharn's enhanced senses are so great that he can track people via smelling their blood:
Despite having not killed for what felt to Khârn like an unbearable age, his choler was undiminished. Azrael was close, so close that the tang of blood hung on the stale air, the spoor of the Dark Angel’s wounds as clear as footprints to the World Eater.
-Trials Of Azrael Page 69
And fight in complete darkness:
The chamber they were duelling in was pitch black,
Trials Of Azrael Page 17
This will be updated with more feats later on as I can't do anymore reading right now!
The Black Staff is an arcane force weapon that acts as a conduit for Ahzek's psychic abilities increasing their potency and enable him to use all his abilities simultaneously. As a force weapon it has the same overall characteristics. Force weapons possess the ability when in the hands of a psyker to rend reality apart allowing the bearer to destroy almost anything it comes into contact with.
Common human little to no manifestation of psychic abilities
Omicron/Xi/Nu/Mu/Lambda/Kappa (Minor grade):
Unconscious and minor level of psionic brain activity. Such low levels of talent only manifest in high-stress experiences and remain beyond the control of the individual. Phenomenon commonly explained as "good luck" or "fluke" occurrences
Iota/Theta/Eta (Mid Grade):
Conscious and moderate level of psionic talent. As the individual is able to control abilities with effort, subjects of Iota level and higher are true psykers and under the jurisdiction of the Inquisition and Adeptus Telepathica
Zeta/Epsilon (High Grade):
Very high level of mental psychic activity. Manifesting early, these levels of talent require the immediate attention of Imperial authorities and represent a true security threat.
Delta/Gamma (Upper High Grade):
Occurring in approximately one-per-billion human births, Delta and Gamma level psykers exhibit extreme levels of psionic ability able to bring entire cities under their control. Unless discovered quickly, death or possession are common results of the untrained mind being unable to handle this level of mental energy.
Beta/Alpha (Highest Grade):
Exceedingly rare and dangerous. Mainstream Medicae Imperialis discussion agrees that current human beings do not possess the necessary evolutionary development to contain Beta and Alpha levels of psionic talent. As such, the great majority of those discovered at this Assignment rating usually suffer from mental instability. Those who can control their level of psychic abilities have been able to do truly incredible and monstrous things, the scale of their abilities allowing them to bring entire planets under their mental command.
Famous Alpha level psykers:
Alpha-Plus (Too Powerful To Grade):
In the rarest of all cases, the twenty-four point scale of the Assignment does not adequately characterize a being of indescribable ability. Such individuals, for all intents and purposes, pass beyond the scale entirely. These subjects are known as Alpha-Plus psykers. Unconstrained, Alpha-Plus psykers represent an immediate and catastrophic threat to the Imperium. In theory, there is nothing that a trained Alpha-Plus psyker cannot accomplish through force of will; from snapping a Titan in half, summoning a legion of Greater Daemons to crushing planets with their minds. Representing such a great danger, the Inquisition usually executes Alpha-Plus psykers on sight unless the possibility for capture is nearly assured.
Famous Alpha-Plus level psykers:
-The God Emperor Of Mankind
-Magnus The Red
Ahzek is one of the few Sorcerors to have mastered every art of psyker discipline in 40k.
Blood Boil: by reaching into an enemy's body with their mind, a psyker can rapidly accelerate their pulse and blood pressure to lethal levels with the end result being the victim's heart and brain exploding.
Enfeeble: a biomancer can drain the vigour of their enemy thus making them feel weak and incapable of acting.
Endurance: Reaching into the essence of his allies, the biomancer knits together bones, heals flesh, and banishes fatigue.
Haemorrhage: Focusing his mind, the psyker reaches forth and sets the inside of his enemy aflame. Within moments, the victim's blood boils and he bursts into flames.
Iron Arm: By transmuting his flesh into living metal, the biomancer, can wade through enemy fire unscathed and pulp skulls with iron fists.
Life Leech: The Psyker rips the life force from his enemy, harnessing the stolen essence for himself.
Regenerate: a psyker with the appropriate knowledge can reach into the very cells of their target and begin knitting together flesh and bind the wounds through their mental abilities alone.
Warp Speed: The powers of the Immaterium flow through the Psyker, heightening his speed to supernatural levels and allowing him to run at a speed where he appears at a mere blur.
Warp Strength: a psyker can invigorate a target with psychic energy by channeling the power of the Warp through their muscles, tendons and even bones which enhances their strength to remarkable levels.
Foreboding: The Psyker makes his allies and himself aware that their foes are about to charge, even before their foes have themselves realized it.
Forewarning: The Psyker prophetic powers allow him to walk through a hail of fire, dodging incoming bullets by knowing their exact trajectories in advance.
Misfortune: The Psyker twists fate so that he and his allies strikes tear through the weakest points in their opponents armor
Perfect Timing: As soon as his consciousness pierces the veil of the Warp, a rush of images flood the Diviner's mind, foretelling the actions of his enemies down to the nanosecond.
Prescience: The Psyker can predict the path of bullets and swords. By focusing his Warp sight even more closely he can guide his allies aims, allowing them to more accurately strike the enemy
Fiery Form: The Pyromancer transforms himself into pure flame, striking out at his foes and setting their souls ablaze.
Fire Shield: The Pyromancer throws up a towering wall of flame to protect him and his allies
Flame Breath: A torrent of psychic flames pour from the Psykers eyes and mouth.
Inferno: The Psyker sets the air itself aflame, creating a whirling pillar of fire to sweep through enemy ranks burning the oxygen from their lungs.
Sunburst: The Psyker sings a wild, ancient song derived from the Warp. As he does, an aura appears around him. When his song ends the aura explodes, creating a blinding flash.
Spontaneous Combustion: Focusing his anger, the Pyromancer can melt and incinerate his foes in an instant. When his rage subsides, the victims explode.
Along with the traditional uses psykers can also use TK in the floowing ways:
Gate of Infinity: The Psyker enters a corridor of the Immaterium (moving outside reality), allowing him to cross great distances in the Materium in the blink of an eye.
Objuration Mechanicum: The Psyker jams the weapons and engines of his enemies.
Shockwave: The Psyker slams his palms together and the noise is magnified a hundredfold, creating a devastating shockwave.
Telekine Dome: The Psyker erects a barrier of shimmering mental energy around himself that can deflect bullets and blows.
Vortex of Doom: The Telekine opens a tear between the material realm and the Warp, unleashing energies that consume any nearby foe.
Along with the traditional uses psykers can also use TP in the following ways:
Dominate: The Psyker reaches into his foe's mind, crushing their will to resist.
Hallucination: The Psyker induces paranoia, confusion, and panic into the minds of his enemies.
Invisibility: Reaching into the minds of his foes, the psyker obscures his and his allies own image from their enemy's sight.
Psychic Shriek: The Psyker breaths in deeply and the gathers the powers of the Warp, emitting a banshee howl of psychic energy that shreds the minds of his enemies.
Terrify: The Telepath assails them with mental images of their own darkest and dreadful nightmares.
Banishment: this power allows a daemonologist to create a temporary portal into the Warp which can either strip the power from a Psyker or banish a Daemonic creature back to the Warp which spawned it.
Instability: through this ability, a psyker can phase the molecules of their body allowing them to be slightly within the warp and thus allowing them to pass through solid matter.
Sanctuary: this creates a zone of power around a psyker which repels any daemonic beasts that approach it.
Teleportation: a psyker can use this power to transport themselves or another person/object into the warp and emerge somewhere else on the field.
Vortex of Chaos: a powerful ability known to psykers that practice the art of daemonology which allows them to open a gateway between the mortal world and the warp thus creating a swirling vortex which sucks everything near it into the tear in space.
Daemon Strength: by drawing upon the energy of the Warp, a psyker can imbue themselves with great strength and agility for a limited amount of time.
Summon Void: this power allows a psyker to open a small breach into the Warp which tears away a tiny piece of reality and drags it into the Immaterium.
Ahzek using Divination to kill a group of Daamon guard (Harrowing) with his eyes closed (This was during Exile when Ahzek was at his weakest):
Ahzek scouts an entire space craft in an instant. Still Exile Ahriman.
Ahzek soloing 5 other sorcerers one of who was capable of taking the other 4 on his own. Yet again this was during Exile when Ahzek was at his weakest demonstrating his mastery of psyker arts:
And how long did that entire battle take Ahzek?
Crushing Maroth's mind and possessing him:
Looks into the future to guide his bullets:
Sobek battled two of the beasts, his left arm held in the beak of a white-furred shrike as it attempted to saw through his shoulder. The second beast’s wings boomed as it hovered above his Practicus in a dust-filled whirlwind, raking Sobek’s armour with tearing claws.
Astartes and predatory killers fought in a confused mass of thrashing limbs, blades and claws. Ahriman swung his pistol around and drew on Aaetpio’s connection to the Great Ocean, tracing the myriad potential pathways of the future to follow the path his bolt would take in a fraction of a second. He squeezed the trigger twice in quick succession.
The first bolt punched through the skull of the shrike holding Sobek down, the second exploded the heart of the hovering beast, both impact points less than ten centimetres from Sobek’s body. Both beasts collapsed, slain instantly by Ahriman’s precision kill-shots.
Pg.356, A Thousand Sons
Looks into the future to see where his bullet will hit and guide it:
Using biomancy to control an opponents nervous system and drain another's life-force:
Lemuel screamed in terror, and the monster turned its long, stabbing beak towards the remembrancer. Ahriman reached out with an open palm and crushed his hand into a fist.
The shrike standing over Lemuel gave a strangled squawk as its nervous system overloaded with pain impulses. It collapsed into a shivering heap until Ahriman stamped down on its neck, spinning around as his precognitive sense screamed a warning at him. He blocked another bladed beak with a sweep of his staff, sending a pulse of fire along its length.
The creature shrieked as its body caught light, the flames spreading over its furred body with unnatural rapidity. The flames fed on a victim’s life-force, and would only extinguish when the creature was dead.
Pg.355, A Thousand Sons
Ahzek watches an entire battle before it happens:
Ahriman’s head was encased in a gleaming hood of shimmering light, a gossamer-thin matrix of precisely cut crystals hewn from the Reflecting Caves beneath Tizca. His mind floated in a meditative state, unbound from his mortal flesh and occupying a detached state in the higher Enumerations.
Fine copper wires trailed from this crystal hood, their nickel-jacketed ends immersed in psi-reactive gels that amplified Ahriman’s thoughts and allowed others to receive them. His mind skimmed the surface of the Great Ocean, allowing Aaetpio to guide the currents of potential futures his way. This close to the present, such echoes were easy to find, and it was a simple matter for a Tutelary of a Master of the Corvidae to pluck them from the aether.
His heightened sensitivity to the immediate future gave him an unmatched situational awareness. He could read the flow of thermoclines across the mountains, see every aircraft, and feel the fears of their crews as they surged towards Phoenix Crag. His awareness floated above the unfolding assault, reading its ebbs and flows as surely as if it were a slow-moving battle simulation.
Pg.332 A Thousand Sons
Ahzek seeing the future and preventing his ship getting blown up even knowing the name of the ship that did it before it occurs:
Ahriman saw a flickering image of an armour-piercing shell punch through the belly of Eagle’s Talon, a roaring Stormbird of the 6th Fellowship, and sent a pulse of warning into the matrix. He felt the brief moment of connection with the impossibly complex lattice of Magnus’ mind, the brightest sun at the heart of a golden web that eclipsed all others with its brilliance.
No sooner had his warning been sent than Eagle’s Talon banked sharply. Seconds later, a stream of shells tore empty air and exploded harmlessly above it. This was one of a score of warnings pulsing from Ahriman’s enhanced awareness, the vessels of the Thousand Sons dancing to his directions to evade harm. Each permutation altered the schemata of the future, each consequence rippling outwards, interacting with others in fiendishly complex patterns that only the enhanced mental structure of a specially trained Astartes could process.
On another modified Stormhawk, Ankhu Anen, a fellow disciple of the Corvidae, undertook similar duties. It was not an exact science, and they could not see every danger. Some aircraft were going to be hit, no matter how much the Corvidae sought to prevent it.
To mitigate against such immovable futures, every assault craft carried a mix of covens from each cult.
High ranking cultists of the Pavoni and Pyrae filled the air around the aircraft with crackling arcs of lightning and fire to detonate incoming shells before impact, while the Raptora maintained kine shields to deflect those shells that penetrated the fire screen. Athanaeans scanned the thoughts of enemy fighter pilots, skimming the manoeuvres and intercepts they planned from the surfaces of their minds.
It was a dance of potential futures, a whirlwind of the possible and the real, each one moving in and out of existence with every passing moment.
It was as close as Ahriman ever felt to perfection.
A nearby explosion rocked the Stormhawk, the shell that had been destined to blow it from the sky detonating harmlessly off its starboard wing.
“Two minutes to skids down,” shouted the pilot.
Ahriman smiled. The dance continued.
Pg.336 A Thousand Sons
Explaining that Ahzek knows what will happen in the future just as sure as what will happen if a man steps off a cliff:
In decades past, fractured timelines had shone through the veil of the empyrean, and Ahriman had seen the echoes of futures yet to come as easily as a mortal man could guess what might happen were he to step off a cliff.
Pg.121 A Thousand Sons
Ahriman is such a powerful psyker that he is considered to be a rift in reality:
Ahriman was a conduit of awesome immaterial power – a walking crack through which the warp and the real world bled into one another.
Ahzek using pyromancy, telekinesis and diviation at the same time. His TK is so powerful that he can stop light and feel every single particle he's using his TK on (Yet again Ahzek at his weakest):
Thoughts, reasoning and logic slotted back into place like cogs in clockwork. This was what it was to be a Magister Templi of the Thousand Sons, this was what the Imperium had never grasped; power was nothing without balance. Reason to balance force, will to balance passion, coldness to balance fury. Ahriman sensed Astraeos reaching into the warp, drawing power to him like a choking man gulping air. Foolish, rash, unbalanced. The warp submitted to will, but to the balanced mind and body it gave the power to soar. Ahriman waited. He was ready, his mind rooted, its processes running with perfect precision. He expanded his awareness. There were people coming for them; they were running down the corridor on the other side of the door. Kadin had taken a stride, the pistons of his augmetic legs bunching in place of muscle. The door in front of them remained shut.
Ahriman selected his patterns of thought and formulae, placing them within the blank sheet of his mind like a surgeon arranging razors on a silver tray. He was ready. His hearts beat once. Kadin’s step crashed down. Red light strobed across Ahriman as he flicked out a telepathic command. +Down.+ Astraeos ducked. Kadin twisted, trying to shrug the command off even as he crashed into the passage wall. Fire sprang from Ahriman’s eyes. The air roared as it cooked. The white-hot beam struck the door and bored through it like a spear through fat. Liquid metal sprayed out in a molten flower. The hole in the door widened, rippling outwards, glowing brighter and brighter. Ahriman could feel the presence of minds beyond the door, fourteen still alive, one fading to nothing, ten already gone. His telekinetic blow hit the door and blew the remains out in a cone of molten metal rain. The troopers that had been crouching in the passage beyond vanished as the pressure wave lifted them from their feet and mashed them into the walls.
Some further back held their nerve and began to fire. Shots clouded the glowing breach in the door. Ahriman walked forwards. Cold light followed him, wrapping his body, spiralling around him as if in an invisible wind. The troopers kept firing as he stepped through the breach. Las-bolts and hard rounds flared as they met the cloak of light and began to spin, forming an accelerating column. Ahriman kept walking, the cyclone turning around him sucking up debris from the floor; swelling, turning faster and faster, beginning to glow as the fragments abraded to sand. Lightning crackled across its surface. Ahriman could feel his mind holding every particle as it flew. He reached the door. A wall of fire rose to meet him. He released the cyclone and it tore forwards. The storm broke over the troopers and tore them into fragments of bone and tatters of flesh. It swept on, scraping the passage walls to shining metal, and smearing everything with a wet red film. Ahriman walked in its wake, his eyes closed as his mind leapt ahead, running under the skin of the ship, sensing and hunting like a loosed hound
Pg.180 Ahriman: Exile
Ahzek telepathically possesses hundreds of Marines by saying their names, telepathically overpowers 36 sorcerers and disintegrates everything thrown at him on an atomic level (and yes.......still Ahzek at his weakest...).
Ahriman kept walking towards the centre of the hangar bay. Fire flicked towards him and he deflected it with a twitch of his thoughts. Power flowed through him and radiated outwards in a halo of blue flame. It was so simple, like being half blind and now able to see again. Ahriman could see Kadin now, standing on the gantry at the top of the machine tower, fire spitting from the barrel of his bolter. Carmenta lay on the floor behind Kadin. Cables crawled over her from where they spilled from access panels and data ducts. Silvanus crouched beside her; he had his eyes screwed shut. Ahriman stopped. He was at the centre of the hangar bay now, at the base of the tower from which Kadin was still firing. Ahriman’s dozen Rubricae formed a circle around him, facing outwards.
A thought from Ahriman and they stopped firing. A metre beyond their circle explosions danced across an invisible barrier. Astraeos looked at Ahriman with a flicker of concern. The hangar was full of Amon’s forces, hundreds of Rubricae encircling them in an unbroken wall. +This will work?+ Ahriman smiled. He looked at the army of Rubricae gathered in the hangar. He spoke their names, rolling them through the warp like the notes of a song. Other minds rose to oppose him, but he poured his will into the song of names. The warp felt like a river of fire as it flowed through him. The Rubricae stopped firing. Astraeos looked at Ahriman as if he had never really seen him before. +It’s not over yet,+ sent Ahriman. He could feel the sorcerers who stood at the back of the ranks of Rubricae recoiling in shock at what had just happened. There were thirty-six of them.
A good number and all were powerful, but not powerful enough. The air became heavy, laden with static and the scent of ozone. He felt the wills of the thirty-six sorcerers push into the warp. Huge pieces of wrecked machinery rose into the air as if pulled on invisible chains. Ahriman nodded to himself as if impressed. The pieces of wreckage hurtled towards him. His mind reached out and plunged into each piece of twisted metal. He felt their weight, their dimensions, and the spinning of their atoms. He formed a thought, and it caught in the warp like a spark set to kindling. The wreckage dissolved as it flew, falling to the deck as a rain of fine metallic sand.
Pg.192, Ahriman: Exile
Ahzek matching an Eldar Harlequin in physical speed in close combat(these things can blitz Space Marines with Mach 2 reactions):
As the Black Staff reached its master’s hands the Harlequin threw herself at Ahriman, riveblades and fist spike coming at the Thousand Sons sorcerer in a blur. The eldar’s weaponry sparked unnaturally off Ahriman’s Black Staff, the Adeptus Astartes putting the length of the weapon between him and the deadly alien weaponry of his furious attacker. Throughout the desperate battle the sorcerer’s skin blazed sapphire and his face maintained a cold composure. Smashing her in the half mask with the shaft of the Black Staff, Ahriman turned the horned-skull headpiece on the Harlequin, holding it like a form of firearm and blasting force bolts of immaterial energy at her. The Harlequin leapt like a cat, toes and fingertips to the ground as the close-range barrage came at her – but time and again the sorcerer’s doom-laden warp blasts failed to find their target. Mouthing a stream of silent incantations and curses, Ahriman lifted the arcane staff and span it about him with martial precision. A cyclone of warp flame erupted from the floor about the fell sorcerer and the prone Czevak, spinning and radiating outwards. As the rainbow wall of moving flame came at the Harlequin like an infernal tsunami she flipped backwards, soles of her boots to palms of her hands, before melting out of existence entirely.
Pg .215, Atlas Infernal
Stopping bullets mid-air:
As she disappeared, the shadows vomited forth the broad carapace and skeletal visage of a Death Jester, whose shrieker cannon began hammering heavy shuriken rounds across the chamber at Ahriman. With a wave of the sorcerer’s hand the first shot began to slow, allowing the second, third and fourth to gain ground on it. As the rounds began to pile up and strike each other in mid-flight they ricocheted off in different directions, fanning out harmlessly around the sorcerer.
Pg. 215, Atlas Infernal
Reacting faster than a Harlequin at point blank range despite being taken by surprise:
Ahriman stood over the broken body of Czevak like a crafted colossus. The fell sorcerer twirled his Black Staff in his hands defensively, his neck craning around to locate the source of his next threat. As he turned he found himself looking down the twin barrels of the Great Harlequin’s willowy plasma pistols. The eldar had appeared right next to the sorcerer but the shock failed to register on Ahriman’s serene features. He brought up the levelled shaft of the Black Staff, smashing both pistols’ aim at the heavens and the troupe leader back. The gargoyle helmet of the eldar warrior leered at the sorcerer and the extravagant pink plume bounced about wildly as the alien fell backwards into a tumble that became a graceful, gymnastic roll.
Pg. 215, Atlas Infernal
Ahzek tanks a plasma explosion at the same heat as the sun (all it does is annoy him):
From his crouch on the deck the Great Harlequin brought the plasma pistols up, the sunfire twinkle in the darkness of their gaping muzzles announcing their intention to fire. Clutching his Black Staff the Chaos sorcerer waved a palm at the Great Harlequin. The pistols suddenly exploded, their detonating containment flasks vaporising the surrounding deck in a ball of sun-furious plasma. Despite Ahriman’s efforts, the raw, white heat of the detonation set alight his Coptic robes and melted the cerulean flesh from the tip of his nose and patches across one side of his face. The sorcerer brought his clawed fingers up to the exposed tendons and roasted muscle before tearing the robes from his ancient, muscular frame. As the bubble of plasma and destruction receded, it became obvious that the Great Harlequin had disappeared once again.
Pg. 216, Atlas Infernal
Ahriman can even use his powers to predict when something is about to enter reality:
Ahriman radiated power through flesh that was at once his body and a conduit to the warp. The Rubric Marines slowed to statuesque dormancy. Then… the fizzle of a phase-field intrusion. The Harlequins dropped into reality all about him. The Death Jester’s scythe arced at the sorcerer, riveblades flashed by his face and the thin, razored edge of the Great Harlequin’s power sword almost skewered him through the gut.
Pg. 216, Atlas Infernal
Ahriman creates a room full of copies of himself all capable of wielding his powers:
Allowing the dark forces of the warp to surge through him and the force staff, the sorcerer managed to turn each weapon aside with prognostic speed and surety. Exposing himself to the Harlequin’s death-dealing dance, Ahriman pointed the horned-skull of the Black Staff at the crystal pyramid tip of the chamber ceiling. Blasting a puce beam of warp energy at the crystal directly above him, the sorcerer watched the beam bounce and diverge away into hundreds of weaker beams that were reflected prism-like back down into the chamber. There were suddenly Ahrimans everywhere. All bare-chested, cerulean giants, clutching identical Black Staffs, swathed in the thick, illusory haze of the chamber.
Rather than wait to be attacked, the Ahrimans launched themselves at the Harlequins, thrusting shaft-spikes, casting warp flame and blasting the alien intruders with doombolts from the eye sockets of their horned headpieces. The Rubric Marines had also had time to react and the lumbering suits began pooling their firepower into one raging storm of inferno bolts flying at the vaulting eldar warriors. The Harlequins danced through the havoc with martial poetry, twirling through the gunfire, flipping between spear thrusts phasing out of the corrupting path of deadly warp streams. In turn their weapons flashed and darted through Ahriman’s phantasmic selves, unsure which sorcerer was the real Ahriman.
Pg. 217, Atlas Infernal
One of Ahzeks most powerful feats. Fighting an Eldar Shadowseer who's every movement is distorting reality and capable of one-shotting a Bloodthirster leading to a conflict between the two where every blow is destroying reality around them:
The eldar warlock’s eldritch fashions were crafted from pure confusion and his every step quaked with disintegrated reality. The length of the Shadowseer’s leaf-shaped witchblade sang at Ahriman, forcing the Thousand Sons sorcerer back. Ahriman barely got his Black Staff in front of the devastating sword sweeps. Immaterial energies spilled from both weapons as the psykers clashed, forcing Ahriman further back. The archway bulkhead crashed back down at the Shadowseer’s mental insistence and the metal of the Impossible Fortress’s walls melted and dribbled down across the seals, fusing the door shut and trapping the sorcerer in the pancratitaph with his enemies.
With Ahriman’s power and attention directed very much on his unwelcome visitor, Czevak’s levitating body dropped to the deck. From his perspective on the floor the inquisitor watched witchblade and force staff smash, both physically and immaterially. Where they did, the fabric of reality tore. The disciplined grace and furiosity of the Shadowseer’s assault would have carved a bloodthirster of Khorne in two. Ahriman was more than pure wanton destruction, however. The Thousand Sons sorcerer was not only an ancient and devastating warrior, he was one of the most talented psykers in the galaxy. More important than either of these facts was the torrent of unbound ambition surging through the sorcerer’s veins. He was the impossible made incarnate.
Pg. 219 Atlas Infernal
Sucking out an opponents soul and feeding it to daemons:
Booby trapping a plant:
I'll update this later when i'm motivated enough to re-read some more books lol!
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