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Зольдаты это кто? 3 - сторону хотят ввести?

А если 3 на 3?

Меня к себе возмете? Готов за вермахт поиграть.

Нет. Номера были еще на пробирках с примархами.

Все же у импи был – ГЛОБАЛЬНЫЙ план) В тихоря примархам спец абилки раздал) Кстати. Броня Серых рыцарей была создана же во время ереси? Защита от варпа и прочее. Мож Вулкан и должен был стражу паутины возглавить.

Автоботы? Он точно в машину превращается!

Вулкана нашли одним из первых примархов. Легион к тому времени был почти уничтожен. Это мне кажется говорит о их воинском искусстве…

Напомню. Вулкан жег заживо детей. Так что суровости не занимать. И более жестоко было оставить Керза жить. Ведь смерти тот и искал.

У Феруса и Фули было много личного в споре. Вулкан видимо не хотел, что бы его еще и призрак Керза доставал)

А это новость? В сборнике Калт, есть рассказ про это. Была группа личностей, землян, бессмертных. Большая часть вилась вокруг Императора. Ола выгнали за набожность. Граматикус наверно один из последних.

"Раскрывающийся текст" Про Керза. Его все дном считали. Тот прятался в тенях и всех запугивал. Вулкан и ко подыгрывали, что бы его не обидеть. На спаррингах в пол силы дрались. А тут Керз решил старую тактику заюзать, кусаться и царапаться. Вулкан разок ему накатил, тот ласты чуть не склеил. Вулкан стал перед выбором. Убить или нет. Появляется дух Феруса во всем великолепии – Вулкан, живи по совести. И Вулкан ушел. А Керз, еще долго молил ему вслед о смерти.

А что с Ферусом? Вулкан его обожал. Любимый старший брат. А тот сетовал, что Фулю помешал демон добить.

Ультве идет против кабалы. Вот и думайте.

Еще чуть "Раскрывающийся текст" ‘As I say, it is the matter of earth upon which I must speak to you.’ ‘You’re making no sense, creature.’ ‘This might be the only chance I get to contact you. After this, I may not be able to return. You must live, Vulkan,’ the alien told me, ‘you must live, but stand alone as a gatekeeper. You are the only one who can perform this duty. You alone are the hope.’ I frowned as the words spilling from this alien’s lips made less and less sense to me. I shook my head, believing it to be another trick of my gaoler, albeit an extremely elaborate one. ‘My duty? A gatekeeper? This is meaningless.’ As a cloud creeps over the sun, my face darkened and I made fists of my hands. Sensing anger, the farseer retreated back into the light. ‘It is not a trick. I speak the truth, Vulkan.’ I grabbed for him, trying to snatch the edge of his robes and shake this illusion to dust, but there was nothing to hold on to. ‘When the time comes…’ uttered the eldar, his voice and form becoming one with the light as the entire chamber brightened

Керз вроде свалил.

Вот оно "Раскрывающийся текст" At least I didn’t burn them alive. Vulkan had no answer. He had killed the child in anger, out of grief for Seriph and retribution

Не могу найти про - вулкан убивающий детей в гневе, такое тоже есть. Попадется, выложу.

Вброшу "Раскрывающийся текст" «I stopped. Fingertips still clinging to the edge of the abyss, I hauled myself up and rolled away from its burning depths. In that moment, I knew that I would not be granted my freedom. I wanted to kill Corax to sate my rage. ‘Kill him, Vulkan!’ Curze snarled, rushing up to the rail. ‘He’s finished. Claim your freedom.’ ‘Return to your Legion,’ urged Ferrus. ‘It is the only way…’ I released my grip around Corax’s throat and let him go. Exhausted, physically and mentally, I rolled off my brother and onto my back. ‘No. I won’t do it,’ I gasped, breathing hard. ‘Not like this.

Все правильно в рецензии.

Стоп. Давайте по порядку. 1. Есть копье. С ним Г летит на макрейдж, там ему поможет примарх 2. Вулкан обладал даром предвидения. Керз не насылал морок на вулкана. Он общался с духом феруса. Предвидел бой с керзом. Но когда керз протыкал его мечом, видел именно жилимана. Только этого примарха. А так конечно сами думайте.

"Раскрывающийся текст" «Roboute?’ My brother, the primarch of the XIII Legion Ultramarines, had drawn a gladius. It looked ceremonial, never blooded. ‘Is that who you see?’ Guilliman asked, eyes narrowing before he slid the blade into my bare flesh. Only then did I realise that I was unarmoured, and sense the fetters around my wrists, ankles and neck. The gladius bit deep, burning at first but then growing colder around the wound. It was sunk into my chest, all the way to the hilt. My eyes widened. ‘What… what… is this?’ Breath knifed through my lungs, bubbling up through the blood rising in my throat, making me gurgle. He laughed. ‘It’s a sword, Vulkan.’ I gritted my teeth, anger clamping my mouth shut. His voice changed again as Guilliman leaned in close and I could no longer see his face, but felt his charnel breath upon my cheek 2 «At first I saw armour of cobalt-blue, trimmed with gold; a firm and noble countenance, framed by close-cropped blond hair; a warrior, a statesman, my brother the empire builder. ‘Guilliman?’ I breathed, hoping, my sense of reality slipping for a moment. Then I knew, and a scowl crept onto my face. ‘No… it’s you.’ I was sitting with my back against the wall, looking up murderously at my brother И чуть для любителей керза «And then I saw Ferrus, his proud and noble face looking down upon me, the beloved older brother. ‘Do it…’ Curze was urging. ‘I will only kill again, take another for my amusement. Corax, Dorn, Guilliman… Perhaps I’ll bait the Lion when we reach Thramas. You can’t risk letting me live.’ I released him, and he fell clutching at his throat, choking the air back into his lungs. From beneath the lank strands of his hair, he glared at me, eyes filled with murderous intent. I had scorned him; worst of all I had let him live when I had every reason not to, and proved that he was alone in his depravity.» Вулкан его пощадил, будучи в одних трусах)))

Пруфы кидаю. Благо с айпадом удобно.

"Раскрывающийся текст" «Vulkan!’ His voice was the like fall of cities, rumbling and booming across the vast battlefield. Angron jabbed down to his brother with one of the motorised axes he carried. Its blade was burring, roaring for blood. ‘I name you high rider!’ Spittle frothed the red primarch’s lips. His oversized musculature, seemingly too tight for his vein-threaded skin, rippled. Thick ropes of sinew stood out on his neck. A scarred and war-beaten face, framed by the nest of cybernetic scalp-locks snaking back across his head, tensed as Angron’s eyes widened.» «Farther down the slope, Vulkan gripped the haft of his hammer and went». «to meet his brother’s challenge. Numeon saw it all, and almost urged his primarch to hold. An arcing missile salvo from one of the traitor gun emplacements forced the Pyre captain’s attention skywards. He tracked the spear-headed missile all the way down, following its trajectory until it struck part of the slope between the tw

"Раскрывающийся текст" «Erebus leaned down and clamped his flesh hand over Elias’s gaping mouth. The struggle was brief and uneventful. ‘He goes to the Neverborn as a reward for trying to betray me.’ It took Grammaticus a couple of seconds to realise that Erebus was talking to him. He looked down and saw the fulgurite brandished towards him. ‘Take it,’ Erebus said. ‘No one will stop you.’ Now he looked up and there was terrible knowledge in his eyes. ‘Go to your task, John Grammaticus.’ Warily, Grammaticus took the spear. He then walked back up the ramp and pressed the icon to close it. When he looked back, both Erebus and Elias were gone.»

Да. "Раскрывающийся текст" «Grammaticus sighed, deep and world-weary. ‘Yes, I know what must be done. Although killing a primarch won’t be easy.’ ‘This has ever been your mission.’ ‘I know, but even so…’ ‘His grace is bound to the earth. Separated from it, he will be weak and can be slain like any of the others.’ ‘Why him? Why not the Lion or that bastard Curze? Why does it have to be him?’ ‘Because he is important and because he must not live to become the keeper of the gate. Do this and your pact with the Cabal is ended.’ ‘I somehow doubt that.’ ‘It doesn’t matter what you believe, mon-keigh. All that matters is what you do next.’ ‘Don’t worry, I know my mission and will carry it out as ordered.’ ‘When you reach Macragge,’ said the autarch, threatening even though he was only flecting, ‘find him. He has been there some time already.’ ‘Shouldn’t be too difficult.’ ‘It will be harder than you think. He is not himself any more. You’ll need help.’ ‘Another primarch, yes, I know. I suspect few will be lining up to be his executioner, however.’