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I actually forgot to add the fluff I wrote for Northezaar. I hope you enjoy it!
The Legend of Northezaar
Part I
When the Emperor’s Children legion began to worship Slaanesh, Northezaar, an aspiring champion, was one of the quickest converts. He had always harboured a deep longing for physical perfection and beauty, and had mutilated himself many times as a protest at the ugliness that he perceieved in himself.
Slaanesh was quick to come to him, having seen his pain. The God whispered to him in his dreams and promised him the perfection he desired. Northezaar carved the symbol of Slaanesh in his chest and swore an oath: to devote himself to the pursuit of a better body for himself, be it mortal or otherwise. He devised a dark and twisted plan: he would trawl the galaxy, searching for the most beautiful beings, capture them, and use them to grant himself a more beautiful body, one that was more complete than the modified space marine body he had – without the taint of the emperor’s design.
Before he could begin, he needed to command an army to protect him. He wanted to command his brethren, and take the place of his overlord, Elthain. He became incredibly determined in battle, driving himself to slaughter, with no mercy, anyone who got in his way. This was done partly to gain the respect of the army, and partly out of frustration. It was not long before he was revered in the army, second only to Elthain. This was what he needed. He began to sow lies and rumour amongst the ranks, poisoning them against Elthain. When the army was suitably confused and disturbed, and during one of the most ferocious battles in their history, against a Word Bearers army, Northezaar cut himself a clearing in the centre of the battlefield, stopped, and levelled his bolt pistol at Elthain. Elthain sensed this, and turned to face the traitor. Everyone stopped fighting, including the enemy, shocked at this obvious mutiny. Northezaar dropped the pistol and pulled out his power sword. Elthain did the same, drawing his famous weapon, the Dark Blade. This weapon contained the soul of an angry daemon, and was powerful enough to rend apart armoured vehicles. They charged at each other, and so began the bloodiest hand to hand duel they onlookers had ever seen. Like an Ork Warboss or a wolf pack leader, Elthain had seen a challenge to his authority and moved to crush it. The fight was long and tense, with neither gaining advantage. Eventually, however, Northezaar summoned up all his rage and frustration and focused in his personal goal. This pleased Slaanesh, who threw Elthain’s weapons aside, leaving him defenceless. Northezaar kicked him in the chest, causing him to double over. Northezaar swung his sword and decapitated the lord. Elthain’s partly daemonic body squirmed around and exploded into a thousand pieces.
Northezaar smiled, took up the Dark Blade, and held it aloft. Slaanesh futher blessed him so that when Northezaar shot a glance of triumph at the waiting Word Bearers, purple fire streamed from his eyes, and ignited those closest to him. Imbued with rage, the Word Bearers charged, but were eventually wiped out by the hypnotic and distracting fighting of what was now Northezaar’s army.
Over the coming years, Northezaar ransacked countless imperial words, killing the ugly and taking the beautiful as slaves. He chained women to the front of tanks as symbols of devotion to his God. Others he gave weapons and forced to follw him into battle as his protectors. The women obeyed, knowing that disobedience would cost them their lives. Some were rescued by imperial armies, but some were actually converted to the worship of Slaanesh, and they still serve him to this day.
One captive was of more significance than all the others. She was Natalia, Queen of Erminus III. She had been captured from under the noses of the space wolves, and was imprisoned aboard his strike cruiser. Little did she know that her fate was nigh…
In his desire for perfection, Northezaar saw Natalia as an oppurtunity. He used all of his knowledge of sorcery to arrange a ceremony that could transport him into the body of Natalia. However, the spell was doomed to failure from the start, as Northezaar was no master sorceror. Instead of what he planned, Northezaar was transformed into a monstrous amalgamation of her and himself. He saw himself in the mirror, and flew into a rage. He picked up a knife and sliced himself open again and again, praying to Slaanesh that it would all be a dream. It wasn’t. Natalia was gone and the spell had failed.
Dismayed with his failure, Northezaar takes to wearing specially crafted armour to hide his hideous features. His prayers and service to Slaanesh have not reversed the spell, but have granted him other favours, such as a mighty daemonic steed to take him into battle. He still takes women as slaves, perhaps to take away his pain, but now he has a new plan – to find the secret of sorcery that could grant him beauty of a god, the allure of a siren, and, most of all, gratification of his desire.
Part II
Of Northezaar’s many voyages across the stars, none has proved as important as his invasion of an unnamed planet which orbits a star called Turphene. Northezaar had simply come across the system on a journey to somewhere else, and saw a small grey rock about a fifth of the size of Terra. It was surrounded by observation posts and defence platforms. Northezaar, being fearless, moved in closer. Suddenly his fleet was hit by a barrage of torpedoes. A squadron of Eldar ships, known only as “Nightshades” were heading straight for the heart of his fleet. Northezaar retaliated with incredible force, destroying the nightshades and the other waves of incoming ships.
The Chaos Lord initiated a full assault on the planet. His cruisers smashed aside the Eldar defences and his dropships landed his army on the surface. The planet was barren and sparsely populated. It wasn’t of any strategic importance, but the amount of protection it had suggested that something important was on the planet. Northezaar didn’t much care, save for the thought that the secret may help him in his search for the spell to transform his body. Eldar troops soon arrived, and a bloody battle ensued. Northezaar’s army had never faced an Eldar force before, so he did not know what to expect. He decided to hit them hard and fast, unleashing deafening screams to unnerve the ranks. Despite being outnumbered, their superior skills and speed helped them push the Eldar back across the surface, until the aliens were forced to flee the planet.
As they swept across the rocky planet, the Emperor’s Children ransacked the homes and buildings of the Eldar, capturing as many as they could find. Northezaar entered one such home, where he saw two Eldar females cowering in a corner. To his young eyes, they were the most beautiful beings in the galaxy; even more so than Queen Natalia. He put them in chains and ordered they be sent aboard his ship.
As he searched other buildings, he found more females - each more beautiful than the last. This led him to believe that somewhere, on one of countless worlds, there was an Eldar Queen or princess who was perfect. He could not bear to think that she was out of his reach or that his desire would never be fulfilled. He forgot about human beauty. All he could picture was his army, annihilating Eldar soldiers as he searched their homes and palaces for this woman.
Northezaar never found out what was so important about the planet, but somewhere deep inside him he felt that Slaanesh had put the aliens there for him to find - to give him a message. To this day he searches for the perfect Eldar woman, from Turphene to the darkest corners of the galaxy.
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