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I have had a chaos space marine army for the past year now. I was really trying not to use daemons what soever and ended up just neutering myself. So in light of the new daemon kin codex I wanted to start bringing some daemons. The issue is that I have a crap ton of khorne daemons but would love to have an all tzeentch themed army. So i was looking at the bits I had lying around the house and I came to the realization that I have a lot of ork and guardsmen bits. So I went to work chopping off heads army's horns and turning them into well horrors form the warp. The number one thing I want to do is figure out the fluff behind these armies so this is what I've come up with and I would love some more help on character names and background
In an ork encampment near the ghoul stars there was a weird boy with unusually high ability to command and influence his army to do his bidding. Unlike most ork warbands there was no warboss since the last ork to try and stand up to the weird boy magically vanished into nonexistence. Little did the other orks know that this weirdest of weird boyz heard a strange voice inside his head. Amounting to the fact that it was probably Mork or possibly Gork giving him prophesy from beyond the stars. So the voice in his head became more than just prophecy or guidance and started controlling his very actions. Being frustrated at loosing control of his own body the weird boy strained to regain control. Wrestling throughout the night tossing and turning, lighting and warp energy flowing from his command tent disintegrating any greenskin unlucky enough to get to close. After hours of intense struggle it seemed as if the voice finally left his body. The next morning the weird boy awoke sensing that something was different, as if he was more in-tuned to the psych energies around him, everything had.... CHANGED. He saw his future and the power he held inside of himself seeing the capabilities to destroy planets nah systems with a single flick of his wrist. He saw his destiny and he knew what he must do....
Imperial guard regiment number 4397 was like any other guard regiment, well except the fact that they could never keep a commissar for more than a single battle. Now moving onto their next engagement with another seemingly unstoppable undying legion of xenos, heretics, or worse they flew threw the warp. One particular guardsmen Robert Brimer. He had just been recruited and thankfully he praised the emperor there was no commissar on this ship. Robert had started to realize he had a certain set of skills that was much unlike any other human he had met in his life. He could move this with a thought, make cards switch to the right one, flip peoples perspectives and even at times CHANGE their motives. He hadn't put much thought to it and decided to keep his tricks to the games played around the loading and meal decks away from the spying eyes of the company commander and any other sergeant wanting to boost through the ranks. Besides he knew he wasn't going to last long in the battles to follow but he sure knew he was gonna enjoy his life until his last breath. To hell with the emperium and to their false god!... Robert had to shake his head for a moment. Did he really think that? The emperor? Some false god? Of course not... but it did make him wonder... when was the last time the emperor had done anything for him? Thanks to him and his "holy" crusades he was stuck on some god forsaken ship headed to his doom. No if he was gonna do anybodies bidding it would be his own! BANG! The desk he was staring at was thrown across the door leaving rents in the floor from where it was bolted on. He gaped at the power he displayed! I was never able to move something so heavy before! This gets me thinking... if i didn't know i could do this before what other abilities have I been keeping to myself? As the ship flies through the warp the dark god of change calls to his new listeners...
As time goes on months are spent on the ship as if they would never make it back to the materium. Oh well since his time on the ship Robert has gotten better at honing in on his abilities. In target practice he was able to get his squad mates to shoot rounds at the instructors feet. During his meal break he convinced the lunch ladies to give him the company commander's meal to him and his buddies. His card tricks were getting better and soon he had his own little following of friends and females that he 'convinced' that he was a really great guy. Things hard started to look up for him but then the ship entered back into the Materium and it seemed has if his powers had gotten weaker? Just a coincidence soon I'll be back to owning this little crew. But his worries were truly about to begin when he realized the ship that was staring back at him. This was no ordinary star ship but an Oberon class battleship painted in black and white with the sigil of the emperium staring him in the face. What frightened him even more wasn't the ship itself but the Thunderhawk gunship flying towards them now.
Commissar Steel knew his time was coming to return to the Imperial ranks. He had studied under Commisar Yarrick for close to a century now and thought he was ready for anything. As soon as he saw the Cruiser he knew there was work to be done. The aft of the ship was peeling paint, the symbol of the imperium was flaking and there was still damage to the hull which must have been a couple of centuries old. He scowled which in turn made his scar itch on the right side of his face. He went to scratch it with the metal arm he wore after the ork commando had given him both in an engagement at Armageddon. His hatred for the orks still burned brighter than any and he wanted to see Ghazghuls head mounted over Chapter Master Helbricks throne. But first he must do his job as a commissar and get his new troops ready.
The Thunderhawk came to a stop in the loading back doors hissing open. Everybody tried to crane their necks to see what the Black Templars would want with such a lowly regiment. Little to Robert's surprise only one man walked off dressed in red and black, a cigar handing from his scowled face where a massive scar ran its way across his face, his power fist crackled with energy and the plasma pistol that hung on his side seemed to have seen it's fair share of battle. The most surprising thing was the way his voice carried all the way to the back of the loading bay with no effort at all. "Attention regiment 4397 of the Gladus system. I am your new commissar, and there are going to be some changes around here."
As Steel scanned the crowd that surrounded him he could tell the lack of discipline, respect, and integrity on this vessel and he planned to make some changes. "Starting off all sergeants are stripped of their rank and every one will be assigned new squad mates, bunk mates, meal times, and any other training." He continued, "This vessel is to help the Templars with exacting revenge on the greenskin menace and none of you are in any shape to face such a ruthless opponent. So as seeing that we will be leaving for the ghoul star systems in less than 5 hours I propose we get to work." He looked at the blank stares that he received from the guardsmen around him and replied. " Well get to the training facilities now! Drills start in 5 minutes and if any single guardsmen is late you will see this plasma pistol put to good use!" Steel watched as the regiment started to run, bumping and falling into each other. The worried expressions on their face. He missed the Space Marines already. Working with God's that knew no fear.
The weird boyz vision and prophecy was coming to fruition. He had trekked his way across the planet bending the ork warbands and warbosses to his will without raising a finger. In many cases he made it seem as if it was their plan all along to ally together. Soon a warband had been crafted and was poised to take their WAAAGH to the galaxy. But first the weird boy knew their was one last thing to do. He didn't understand how or what exactly he was doing but soon drew a circle with an eye at the center enchanted words of power that seemed a millennium old. The weird boy threw his arms into the air and with a mighty thunderclap he opened a rift of sorts. Powering forth a number of minor weird boyz, shoota boyz, and even some nobz. This was astonishing to the weird boy and all of the "new" orks followed his every beck and call. He was finally ready and with a grunt oral snarl started one of the biggest WAAAGHS to ever cross the ghoul stars.
Robert hated Steel. After a month of grueling training he felt like he was running on empty. And even worse several of his closest friends had been executed right in front of his eyes. And one of his closest of followers had mysteriously disappeared after showing off a new card trick he had discovered. This was a clear warning sign to Robert that never to use his powers in such public of places.
The next morning Robert awoke with the most splitting of headaches. He went to look out his window forgetting they were sealed to keep warp entities out when sunlight pierced his eyes. They were back in the materium and headed towards a dark grey planet. Here was the time here was his chance to get off this ship and away from Steel. Soon the entire regiment was in the loading bay. Units and squads were assigned and beyond his disbelief he lucked out seeing that Steel would not be joining him. He almost jumped into the Valkyrie that would carry him to the planet.
As soon as his foot hit the planet something seemed wrong. Steel moved with certainty that they had fallen into a trap. Even though he knew he was hundreds of miles from the closest greenskin something seemed wrong.
Robert saw all the ships landing but decided to take the ship for a spin. Using his enhanced powers he took control of the pilot and sped off into the horizon, of to who knows where, or how fast or how far, but no matter what it seemed as if he was headed to his destiny.
As soon as the craft had landed commissar Steel executed the sergeant and the pilots in front of the entire regiment. After doing so he made it a point that Robert would be the first of the three units to be heading into battle. Taking up position in his Chimera he sped across the open plains knowing he was heading for his death. He thought about turning about and running off but Steel would just execute him next. As they neared the sound of battle the air started to grow thick and sparks could be seen. Robert looked around his crew mates and they seemed sickly almost like the atmosphere was sucking away their strength. But Robert felt stronger than ever more ready for battle than he ever would be. As they rolled up to the battle field orks were already streaming towards them in an unending green tide. It seemed as if it would never end but Rob got an idea to use his powers to influence the orks around him. He pointed his had at the closest ork boy trying to persuade him to use his deadly weapon at the nearest ork to him. But what happened instead was the ork and fifteen others were blasted to smithereens. Looking at his hands he saw the potential that he could unleash. Looking around for there was a blue pinprick about two hundred yards ahead of him where a weird looking ork and ten smaller greenskins were huddled together. Something told him he needed to get there and was drawn to the ritual like a fly to a light.
As Steel watched in horror one of the guardsmen was flowing through the orks towards a pack of weird boyz. He tried taking a shot at him but in turn the guardsmen sped faster to the ork wizard. At the top of his lungs Steel called out to the boy, "THE EMPORER PROTECTS!" in that moment seeing time seemed to slow and Steel saw the daemon that held the guardsmen in his grasp propelling him to another daemon. Seeing the scheme about to transpire he prayed to the emperor with all of his might as the two collided. But what happened was beyond any of Steels worst nightmares. Daemons poured from the heavens but not landing but dragging both ork and human alike back into the warp. Sucking up entire heavy weapons teams, Chimera's and even Leman Russ. Steel watched as both legions were reduced to nothing before his eyes. After a couple intense minutes Steel opened his eyes again to see scattered guardsmen and a few orks left. What came next was even more horrifying. A rift opened and out poured forth grotesque mutants, daemons, things stepping forth. What once had been two opposing armies had conjoined with each other and entities from the warp creating monstrosities with multiple heads, arms, eyes, and limbs. Some of the creatures supporting weapons teams and crude guns from both the Imperial Guard regiment and the Ork Waagh. Steel only saw these things and more for a split second as they stepped back into the warp.
The God of Change and his plans solidified. His promised fulfilled with the chapter master of the scourged to bolster his forces. Now his attention shifted elsewhere to greater plans and schemes yet to come.
Let me know what ya'll think I know this is long but just wanted a second opinion. Sorry if this in the wrong forum not sure where to put this
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