Editing Thalastian Jorus (section)

==The Awesomeness that followed==
Thalastian Jorus immediately whipped his boys into shape, undeterred that the only fighting force of the Blood Angels left on Mackan was a bunch of howling and raving lunatics from the [[Death Company]] and the surviving Angels who had fallen to the curses of their chapter. Jorus was outmanned by a matter of thousands to one, he was easily outgunned by the sorceries Khayon could bring to bear and Lyras was a famous champion in Chaos circles. The fact that the Chaos forces thought they were dead was little comfort and each of the boys under his command was a barely controllable bloodthirsty berzerker. Even for Blood Angels, things looked grim indeed...

Abaddon and his boys [[anal circumference|never knew]] [[rape|what hit them]].

For days, the blood-crazed Blood Angels waged a guerilla war with the chaotics, striking hard and fast before vanishing again, [[Raven Guard]]-style. After weeks of harrying the Black Legion, they had drawn enough of the Chaos forces for Reclusiarch Jorus to make his final daring thrust into the heart of Chaos. Like a murderous tide, the Death Company fell upon the [[Justaerin|Honour Guard]] of the Warmaster and [[Eversor|tore them to ribbons]] pushing back Khayon and Lyras until it was just Thalastian Jorus and Ezekyle Abaddon face to face, with Ukris dying in the fighting.

And in a [[awesome|furious blaze of glory]] the little Reclusiarch that could achieved what [[Eldrad|so]] [[Saint Celestine|few]] can [[Sigismund|match]]: he wounded the Warmaster gravely enough that he had to quit the field. In fact, the wounds inflicted were so terrible that Abby still bears the remnants of the strike on his body as a strange mark of pride - or as a means of remembering a particularly valiant enemy. As the Reclusiarch and his suicide mission were cut down by the Black Legion (now sans the [[Bringers of Despair]], Falkus Kibre aside) it is most certain he had the smuggest of smiles as he was butchered to death.

When the [[Carcharodons]] arrived with the [[Imperial Navy]] to back up the nearly extinct Blood Angels and mopped up the remaining Black Legion who were still straggling behind after the main part of the Crusade had packed up and fucked back on to the [[Eye of Terror]], they found an interesting discovery. All the unrecovered Blood Angels corpses had had their gene-seed ruined beyond repair, an insult to unworthy opponents presumably. Of all the Chapter, only a handful of bodies were left undefiled: Reclusiarch Jorus and his Death Company, clad in their battered and broken black ceramite, seated in makeshift thrones made from the bodies and armor of those Black Legion warriors they had killed on that fateful night.

Pure. Distilled. MotherFuckin' Awesome!

In the same vein as [[The World Engine]]. Proof that GW can still write cool stories, where all sides get their time to shine and get bloodied in equal measure.

{{Marines-Characters}}

[[Category:Blood Angels]]