In the Veil Region, near the Manoragoram Sector at stellar grid coordinate 21-VX-0707, lies a feral world where human life struggles to live in the poisonous fog covering the surface. Some classify this world as hazardous, toxic, and primeval, but to the warriors of the Death Guard this world as home.
In the swamps of Barbarus a band of uncivilized warriors were united under a god like man. After decades of war and with the help of their leaders own father, they eventually overthrew their dark rulers and their leader bent his knee to this new father. And this new found leader told his army, “You are my unbroken blades, my Death Guard. By your hand shall justice be delivered, and doom shall stalk a thousand worlds.” And so the Death Guard were born, led by their fearless leader Primarch Mortarion, and were the hand of the Emperor himself.
This is a blog about the Death Guard during the Great Crusade before the betrayl and ruin of Horus. I fell in love with them when I saw their story. I started this army on another blog on a cite that is now down, after some time off I am ready to get it started again. I will start with some narrative and introduce you all to the models I already have. While doing this I will post on what I am working on.
Here's a taste of whats to come.
“Pain is an illusion of the senses, fear an illusion of the mind, beyond these only death waits as silent judge o’er all”
-The Primarch Mortarion
Automatically Appended Next Post: Cytus’s left foot suddenly slipped out from underneath him. He stumbled but managed to catch himself on a large blasted tree stump. He tried to keep walking, but his boot was stuck under what seemed like a large limb. He couldn’t be sure because he was now up to his waist in the dark mud like substance. He tried to move his foot but as he kept moving it seemed only to get more stuck. He kicked out his foot and managed to break the bond that was holding his boot in place. With the kick, the dark mud splashed up in a spray and managed to rain down on his plated armour. At that point he heard a laugh from behind him; he turned around only to see three marines standing in the shallower swamp he just managed to walk through.
Sargent Gygus was a few meters behind him and was nimbly making his way toward Cytus around the blasted logs and tree stumps. There was the rest of the squad scattered about behind him. He was taking great care with each step he took but still managed to watch Cytus falter in his attempt to free himself from the submersed root. “Now that is how you walk through a swamp!" He yelled sarcastically, "You should know how to do this by now Cytus!”
“Well Demecius doesn’t seem to be doing much better!” Cytus pointed at another marine that was struggling through the swamp. He was up to his knees in the dark mud. Demecius thought little of being pointed at and kept trudging on.
Gygus glanced over at Demecius and then back to Cytus, who took another step and sunk a little more. “These Terrans are a disgrace.” He mumbled beneath his breath.
“What’s that?” Asked Cytus.
“I said that you Terrans that Typhon keeps sending me can’t walk through a damn swamp to save your lives!”
“What is your secret then Sargent Gygus? How does an original Dusk Raider walk through a swamp then?” retorted Cytus.
“Well to start with, I stay away from the stumps like the one you just managed to get stuck on. They usually have a massive root system that even a powered armoured foot can get stuck on.” Gygus kept walking and came to an area of ground that had only a thin layer of water on it. “So I stay away from tree stumps in the dark mud and stay closer to the lighter brown mud. After an orbital bombardment like the one Prime Ocealios here has gone through, the silt, mud and ash settle to the bottom of the swamp and the water rises to the top. So where there is less of that mud mixture and more water it is usually more stable for us to walk.” With that he took a few more steps to prove his point. On his third step there was crunch that sounded like a broken stick. When Gygus looked down he noticed that there seemed to be a hand sticking out from the mud. He bent over and pulled it out of the mud. It was an arm disconnected at the shoulder from its original owner with a now very broken fore arm. “Well it seems that I wasn’t the only one who had the idea to stick to the lighter side of things.” He dropped the arm and it made a satisfying “PLOP!” in the mud.
By now Cytus and Demecius had made their way to the area of light mud and water with much ease. Cytus looked at the arm, then at Gygus, “What was Prime Ocealius? This arm seems to have belonged to a servitor judging from the implanted wires coming from the shoulder?”
Demecius intercepted the question and answered, “It was a death planet much like Barbarus, that Gygus here is from, except approximately eighty percent of the planet was covered in dense swamp vegetation. The other twenty percent was covered by worker habs and industrial plants that focused on the conquering of the natural resources beneath the surface. There was rumor about this planet you know, that there were large creature’s that lived in the swamps. I heard Megalesius over there say he saw a track of some creature that was the size of his chest plate.”
"Those aren't rumors Demecius," Sargent Gygus says. "But it shouldn't be anything a few bolter rounds can't handle." Gygus returns his gaze to the mud and continues to walk while avoiding the blasted tree stumps.
Sargent Gygus
Cytus
Megalesius, Demecius, and Bartheriel
maybe a primarch and a display board? and plenty of other of projects as well 
Death Guard 1.0: 8,500 points painted (Pics available in Gallery) P: 7 W: 1 D: 3 L: 3
Thousand Sons: 3,750 points painted P:1 W:1 D:0 L:0
Nurgle Daemons: 3,800 points painted P:2 W:1 D:1 L:0
Tyranids: 2,000 points painted
Primaris "Honoured Mastodons": 3,700 points painted
Tau 6,750 points painted 
