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Chaos resides everywhere in the galaxy. It tears apart worlds, consumes stars, engulfs entire sectors of space. In many places, there are renegade warbands, composed of warriors from all walks of life; many served in the forces of Chaos beforehand, searching for glory outside of the numberless traitor regiments, others were once civilians which had been lead into the jaws of Chaos on a bread crumb trail. Among them even resided a few Adeptus Astartes; the Emperor's Finest, believing, knowing that the bounty of Chaos would be greater than anything the Imperium could give them.
One such warband, the Brotherhood of Thorns, had been formed by a group of renegade Space Marines. The Brotherhood of Thorns controlled the Algira system. One planet within the system was Aplora, which on the last few years of the 40th millennium rebelled. They had made contact with the Astronomican briefly before the psykers had been killed, but the message was past; Aplora would have to be destroyed, but soon Imperial Forces would be upon them.
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Name: True name unknown, known as Sandman to his immediate allies, due to his tendancy to crush things into dust.
Age: 270 (Unknown by Terran/Materium timeline)
Equipment and Armour: Artificer Armour, Iron Halo
Weapons: Force Sword, Bolter
Warband: 25 Night Lords
Alignment: Tzeentch
Backstory: Sandman was once a Librarian of the Night Lords, following the Soul Hunter in his quest to avenge Curze. He was almost the only Officer to survive the ambush by the Eldar, alongside a small force of roughly 150 Marines. Sandman escaped with the Echo of Damnation, and has since lead many small hit-and-run attacks into Imperial Space for nothing more than the sheer enjoyment of it, and a large number of attacks with some actual coordination against Imperial Worlds of some Value (Manufactorums etc). He was the one who lead the Night Lords during the massacre of Grendel's World. He was also prone to such antics like those displayed during the Khai-Zhan uprising. Since the dawning of M41, Sandman's hatred of the Imperium has only increased since the days of the heresey and the aimless killings in the centuries after.
Most of the raids on decent tergets have gone a little too well for a force so small, especially since each attack has inflicted a toll on his numbers. After launching a raid on an etreamely High Value target, a world hosting a Titan Manufactorum, Sandman finds the majority of his forces crushed by a Full Company of Imperial Fists, something that shouldnt have even been there.
Bio: Always pissed off about something, but has a very tactical approach to things. Tzeentch/Telekine Psyker. still uses Loyalist-grade equiptment, due to having not 'upgraded' his equiptment with bound Daemonic Essence
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Please ignore the fact it has a Thousnad Sons icon, I couldnt find a decent Night Lord one
Name: Rygar
Age: unknown (really can't think of an age)
Equipment and Armour: power Armour,
Weapons: Chaos Heavy Bolter(relic), Bolt Pistol and Chainsword.
Warband: Night Lords
Alignment: Chaos undivided
Bio: one of the few real successful attempts at replenishing the ranks of the night lords post heresy that didn't end in horrible mutations and mental instability. Rygar took to the battlefield, his allegiance to no one ruinous power but his Havoc unit often hired out to various warbands of various gods. Mostly found himself employed by the Red Cosairs where he had spread terror and indulged in his destructive desires. His greatest pleasure being Decimating enemy forces (and on occasion non Night Lord allies) with as much firepower possible. His last employment ending with his unit being abandoned planet side as his 'allies' made a retreat. Managing to escape with the few survivors of his chapter deployed he grew further disgusted with the war bands fueling his indiscriminate destructive tendency.
Personality: silent believing the muzzle of his weapon speaks for him. Cares little for tactics beyond his own capacity to support his allies with a hail of bolter fire. really only cares for the lives of those from his chapter.
Appearance: see picture.
Question, how would someone of my rank (havoc) address a night lord sorcerer? Unsure of any special designation
blood reaper
Spoiler:
blood reaper wrote: Name: Kain
Age: unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour with inbuilt targeting systems, and Signum
Weapons: Twin-linked Auto-cannon, Bolt pistol and Grenade (Smoke and Frag) launcher mounted on his backpack
Warband: Iron Warriors
Alignment: Chaos undivided
Bio: Kain has no sense of brotherhood or loyalty to anything but his weaponry, which has made him an excellent fighter over the years. Roaming the galaxy seeking new technologies to enhance his weapons, armour and his body, Kain has become a well tuned killing machine at range with his trusted Auto-cannon. Few can match his aim in combat, though his sanity and ability to reason have been costed by his quest to advance his weapons.
black templar
Spoiler:
black templar wrote: Name: Deliphas
Age: 480
Equipment and Armour: Power armour with jump pack.
Weapons: Plasma Pistol, Lightning Claw and two krak grenades.
Warband: Night-lords
Alignment: Turning to Slaanesh
Bio: Deliphas has fought the False Emperor ever since he left his old chapter 'Blood Angels' during the Thirteenth Black Crusade, he led his squad into the deepest but after his squad was slaughter after a failed assault against World Eater forces he began to see the false chains of the False Emperor. When his next attack began he turned on his fellow warriors and joined the forces of chaos (The Nightlords) he launch deadly assaults against his former brothers to prove to his new brothers he was a fierce warrior, he led full on assaults and lightning raids draining the Lapdogs but the Imperial Forces pushed them back and claimed victory. Now Deliphas launches raids on any Imperial forces now and normally takes slaves back to trade for different equipment and weapons.
Appearance:
Toastedandy
Spoiler:
Toastedandy wrote: Name: Bronsk
Age: Unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour, Juggernaut,
Weapons: Combi-melta, bolt pistol, Chain glaive
Warband: The Forlorn
Alignment: Khorne
Bio:
Abandoned by the Imperial forces besieging the fortress world of Malodrax, he was captured by Apothecary Aethon of the Twisted Blades and taken off world. After months of grueling torture, Bronsk managed to break the bonds binding him in place, and throttled Aethon. Finding their only Apothecary dead at the hands of a prisoner, The Twisted blades sold Bronsk to a gladiatorial fighting pit on a Daemon World within the Eye of Terror. There he fought for years, struggling to hold onto his sanity and loyalty to the Emperor. At the outbreak of the 13th black crusade, he was sold to Black Legion forces.
He was constantly thrown into the bloodiest breach's and meat grinders, slowly succumbing to Khorne. His freedom came as he boarded the strike crusier "Emperors wrath" of the Imperial fists, the rest of the Imperial fleet was destroyed, and the Legion moved on. Abandoned again, Bronsk united his brethren under his banner, and claimed "Emperors wrath" as his own.
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The glass ninja
Spoiler:
The glass ninja wrote: Name: Cato Luthian
Age: Dates before the Heresy
Equipment and Armour: MK5 Heresy Power armour
Weapons: Combat knife. Articifer bolter
Warband: The Fractured sons (Splinter group of the Sons of Horus/Black legion)
Alignment: unaligned, Renegade.
Bio: During the great crusade, Cato was recruited by the Luna Wolves. He served loyally, fought by the side of his legion and risked his life for his brothers. When the stirrings of the Heresy began, he was there.
He saw his primarch falling from grace. Saw him becoming something else. He still served, his father needed him, no matter what happened. When the Istivaan IV dropsite massacre came around, he realised that his father was going mad, but he still lived and so still had his loyalty. But within his company, there were whispers of desertion from the maddness of both the Imeprium and the legion. Cato mixed into this, learning about the idea.
They would leave and be their own soldiers, fighting when and where they wanted, not controlled by anyone. They wanted to steal a stock of geneseed, and had the plans laid. He managed to convince his brothers to wait, to see if Horus improved.
He didn't. Horus died at the hands of his own father, the emperor. The brothers who wished to leave did so immediatley, taking weapons, armour and supplies with them. Their vessel, the Pallicier. With haste, they fled the imperium and the Traitor legions they had called brother.
What followed was mellinia of building power and skill. Their ranks swelled and they kept the old belifes strong. They took acolytes from various imperial worlds, disguising themselves as loyalists. Eventually, they claimed a world on the fringes of the Imperium for thier own, using piracy to build a greater fleet. Eventually, they began to strike out at both Imperial and Chaos forces, fighting for themselves, plundering equipment and weapons. Some simply went exploring in the universe, fighting where they wanted.
Cato was one such. And he wanted to fight on Aplora.
Name: Lurtzion Chronus
Age: Unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour.
Weapons: Combat knife, plasma gun, bolt pistol.
Warband: None. (Formerly Ultramarines).
Alignment: Complex.
Bio: Lurtz was one of the Ultramarines, a perfectly normal, run-of-the-mill tactial marine, with the highlight of his years being the honour of bearing a plasma gun. He never thought of it as an honour, the thing had burnt his arm badly over the decades.
Years passed, nothing of interest happened. He fought in many battles, but never did anything considered particularly heroic. An estimated 47 years ago, during a conflict against an above average size Waaagh, Lurtz temporarily had a large chunk of metal lodged in his head.He began to suffer severe hallucinations soon after the battle. Before long, the gaps between the hallucinations shortened to the point of nonexistancy. Now, each of his battle brothers bore the visage of a twisted chaos marine, each shining Aquila was now a vile star of chaos. Worse yet, the opposite was true, the followers of the Dark Gods were now the mighty protectors of Humanity and appeared as loyalists.
Alone amongst a sea of corruption, Lurtz soon escaped off to join his loyal brothers in the eye of terror, a haven for the followers of the Emperor.
Name: Gray
Age: 24
Equipment and Armour: Scavenged flak armour, part scavenged part homemade forcefield generator (that always cuts out at just the wrong moment)
Weapons: "Modified" combo-autogun-lasgun, electrified combat knife
Warband: 2nd-in-command of a large cultist warband who tag along with any chaos marines that will take them
Alignment: Leaning towards Tzeench
Bio: Gray was born on an agri-world far from anywhere, where there was always a shortage of techpriests and the govenor had commanded that those techpriests that remained tech a few of the brightest students the basics so that the machinary could be cared for with a minimum of trouble. Gray was selected for this training, however found himself being slowly pulled into a cult that taught that the machine spirit was not what the priests claimed it was. At the first opportunity, he managed to stow away on a cargo vessel to one of the larger planets where the majority of this cult resided. Gray was forced to kill some of the guards at the docks when he arrived, and found it surprisingly easy, taking one of their lasguns to simplify things. He soon met with the cult, and quickly rose to a high position due to his abilities in mending and modifying the weapons that the cult was stockpiling and occasionally using. However, despite a tactical mind he never displayed the charisma required for leadership, and found himself in a high position but not rising.
Civil war followed soon after, with the cult displaying its ability to bring down a large sector of one of the hives, though many of its members were killed. Though Gray fought where necessary, he was generally repairing or creating weapons, or else using bombs to damage the hives before anyone could react to it. Soon after the civil war, the forces of Chaos arrived on the planet, and Gray (by now the 2nd-highest ranking in the cult) found himself following their armies, marching to war.
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Lord Magnus
Spoiler:
Lord Magnus wrote: Name: Achiaros "Herald of the Plague
Age: unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power Armour, Krak and Frag grenades, minor Psychic abilities, Poisonous insect hive, living on power pack.
Weapons: Toxin soaked Power Sycthe, Bolter with infectious Pestilence rounds (basically poisoned ammunition.)
Warband: Brotherhood of Thorns (Formerly Death Guard)
Alignment: Nurgle
Bio: An ex- Death Guard marine, Achiaros followed his brothers and Primarch when they gave themselves over to Nurgle. In the war on Armageddon, Achiaros heard of the defeat of Mortarion at the hands of Draigo Kalgor. With this, Achiaros felt that the legion had failed Nurgle, and brought dishonor to the Death Guard. He spent long years searching for warband to join, and he found that when the Brotherhood of Thorns could successfully usurp a planet, they would be worth his time. Now he is on Aplora, preparing for the eminent Imperial invasion (more background to be revealed as the story progresses.)
Appearance: Pre-Heresy Death Guard armour, looking like a Death Guard sergeant from before the heresy, with the exception of his power pack, which has large insect hives built into it.
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BlapBlapBlap: bringing idiocy and mischief where it should never set foot since 2011.
BlapBlapBlap wrote:What sort of idiot quotes themselves in their sigs? Who could possibly be that arrogant?
I will definitely hop in on this, however, I would like to see some others sign up first before I make a character, I like filling in the little spots that no one chooses.
Can I join this as an Aspiring Sorceror? (No, I dont want a squad of Thousand Sons)
Actually, thinking about that, could I lead my own Warband? The idea I had is that Ive just suffered a catastrophic defeat so I pledge my own forces to the main Warlord to avoid being eradicated.
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How's this? Not intended to be OTT, call me on it if he is Name: True name unknown, known as Sandman to his immediate allies, due to his tendancy to crush things into dust. Age: 270 (Unknown by Terran/Materium timeline) Equipment and Armour: Artificer Armour, Iron Halo Weapons: Force Sword, Bolter Warband: 25 Night Lords Alignment: Tzeentch Backstory: Sandman was once a Librarian of the Night Lords, following the Soul Hunter in his quest to avenge Curze. He was almost the only Officer to survive the ambush by the Eldar, alongside a small force of roughly 150 Marines. Sandman escaped with the Echo of Damnation, and has since lead many small hit-and-run attacks into Imperial Space for nothing more than the sheer enjoyment of it, and a large number of attacks with some actual coordination against Imperial Worlds of some Value (Manufactorums etc). He was the one who lead the Night Lords during the massacre of Grendel's World. He was also prone to such antics like those displayed during the Khai-Zhan uprising. Since the dawning of M41, Sandman's hatred of the Imperium has only increased since the days of the heresey and the aimless killings in the centuries after. Most of the raids on decent tergets have gone a little too well for a force so small, especially since each attack has inflicted a toll on his numbers. After launching a raid on an etreamely High Value target, a world hosting a Titan Manufactorum, Sandman finds the majority of his forces crushed by a Full Company of Imperial Fists, something that shouldnt have even been there. Bio: Always pissed off about something, but has a very tactical approach to things. Tzeentch/Telekine Psyker. still uses Loyalist-grade equiptment, due to having not 'upgraded' his equiptment with bound Daemonic Essence Appearance Please ignore the fact it has a Thousnad Sons icon, I couldnt find a decent Night Lord one
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Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
Tell me if anything needs to be changed, first time taking part
Name: Rygar
Age: unknown  (really can't think of an age)
Equipment and Armour: power Armour,Â
Weapons: Chaos Heavy Bolter(relic), Bolt Pistol and Chainsword.
Warband: Night Lords
Alignment: Chaos undividedÂ
Bio: one of the few real successful attempts at replenishing the ranks of the night lords post heresy that didn't end in horrible mutations and mental instability. Rygar took to the battlefield, his allegiance to no one ruinous power but his Havoc unit often hired out to various warbands of various gods. Mostly found himself employed by the Red Cosairs where he had spread terror and indulged in his destructive desires. His greatest pleasure being  Decimating enemy forces (and on occasion non Night Lord allies) with  as much firepower possible. His last employment ending with his unit being abandoned planet side as his 'allies' made a retreat. Managing to escape with the few survivors of his chapter deployed he grew further disgusted with the war bands fueling his indiscriminate destructive tendency.Â
Personality: silent believing the muzzle of his weapon speaks for him. Cares little for tactics beyond his own capacity to support his allies with a hail of bolter fire. really only cares for the lives of those from his chapter.
Appearance: see picture.
Question, how would someone of my rank (havoc) address a night lord sorcerer? Unsure of any special designation
Name: Kain
Age: unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour with inbuilt targeting systems, and Signum
Weapons: Twin-linked Auto-cannon, Bolt pistol and Grenade (Smoke and Frag) launcher mounted on his backpack
Warband: Iron Warriors
Alignment: Chaos undivided
Bio: Kain has no sense of brotherhood or loyalty to anything but his weaponry, which has made him an excellent fighter over the years. Roaming the galaxy seeking new technologies to enhance his weapons, armour and his body, Kain has become a well tuned killing machine at range with his trusted Auto-cannon. Few can match his aim in combat, though his sanity and ability to reason have been costed by his quest to advance his weapons.
The biggest indicator someone is a loser is them complaining about 3d printers or piracy.
DeathRex - They would mostly likely address the sorcerer by his title; i.e. if he was called Malagai the Consumer, he would be referred to as Malagai or by his full title.
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BlapBlapBlap wrote:What sort of idiot quotes themselves in their sigs? Who could possibly be that arrogant?
Name: Deliphas
Age: 480
Equipment and Armour: Power armour with jump pack.
Weapons: Plasma Pistol, Lightning Claw and two krak grenades.
Warband: Night-lords
Alignment: Turning to Slaanesh
Bio: Deliphas has fought the False Emperor ever since he left his old chapter 'Blood Angels' during the Thirteenth Black Crusade, he led his squad into the deepest but after his squad was slaughter after a failed assault against World Eater forces he began to see the false chains of the False Emperor. When his next attack began he turned on his fellow warriors and joined the forces of chaos (The Nightlords) he launch deadly assaults against his former brothers to prove to his new brothers he was a fierce warrior, he led full on assaults and lightning raids draining the Lapdogs but the Imperial Forces pushed them back and claimed victory. Now Deliphas launches raids on any Imperial forces now and normally takes slaves back to trade for different equipment and weapons.
Appearance:
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
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Name: Bronsk
Age: Unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour, Juggernaut,
Weapons: Combi-melta, bolt pistol, Chain glaive
Warband: The Forlorn
Alignment: Khorne
Bio:
Abandoned by the Imperial forces besieging the fortress world of Malodrax, he was captured by Apothecary Aethon of the Twisted Blades and taken off world. After months of grueling torture, Bronsk managed to break the bonds binding him in place, and throttled Aethon. Finding their only Apothecary dead at the hands of a prisoner, The Twisted blades sold Bronsk to a gladiatorial fighting pit on a Daemon World within the Eye of Terror. There he fought for years, struggling to hold onto his sanity and loyalty to the Emperor. At the outbreak of the 13th black crusade, he was sold to Black Legion forces.
He was constantly thrown into the bloodiest breach's and meat grinders, slowly succumbing to Khorne. His freedom came as he boarded the strike crusier "Emperors wrath" of the Imperial fists, the rest of the Imperial fleet was destroyed, and the Legion moved on. Abandoned again, Bronsk united his brethren under his banner, and claimed "Emperors wrath" as his own.
Appearance:
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Name: Cato Luthian
Age: Dates before the Heresy
Equipment and Armour: MK5 Heresy Power armour
Weapons: Combat knife. Articifer bolter
Warband: The Fractured sons (Splinter group of the Sons of Horus/Black legion)
Alignment: unaligned, Renegade.
Bio: During the great crusade, Cato was recruited by the Luna Wolves. He served loyally, fought by the side of his legion and risked his life for his brothers. When the stirrings of the Heresy began, he was there.
He saw his primarch falling from grace. Saw him becoming something else. He still served, his father needed him, no matter what happened. When the Istivaan IV dropsite massacre came around, he realised that his father was going mad, but he still lived and so still had his loyalty. But within his company, there were whispers of desertion from the maddness of both the Imeprium and the legion. Cato mixed into this, learning about the idea.
They would leave and be their own soldiers, fighting when and where they wanted, not controlled by anyone. They wanted to steal a stock of geneseed, and had the plans laid. He managed to convince his brothers to wait, to see if Horus improved.
He didn't. Horus died at the hands of his own father, the emperor. The brothers who wished to leave did so immediatley, taking weapons, armour and supplies with them. Their vessel, the Pallicier. With haste, they fled the imperium and the Traitor legions they had called brother.
What followed was mellinia of building power and skill. Their ranks swelled and they kept the old belifes strong. They took acolytes from various imperial worlds, disguising themselves as loyalists. Eventually, they claimed a world on the fringes of the Imperium for thier own, using piracy to build a greater fleet. Eventually, they began to strike out at both Imperial and Chaos forces, fighting for themselves, plundering equipment and weapons. Some simply went exploring in the universe, fighting where they wanted.
Cato was one such. And he wanted to fight on Aplora.
Appearance:
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Name: Lurtzion Chronus Age: Unknown Equipment and Armour: Power armour. Weapons: Combat knife, plasma gun, bolt pistol. Warband: None. (Formerly Ultramarines). Alignment: Complex. Bio: Lurtz was one of the Ultramarines, a perfectly normal, run-of-the-mill tactial marine, with the highlight of his years being the honour of bearing a plasma gun. He never thought of it as an honour, the thing had burnt his arm badly over the decades.
Years passed, nothing of interest happened. He fought in many battles, but never did anything considered particularly heroic. An estimated 47 years ago, during a conflict against an above average size Waaagh, Lurtz temporarily had a large chunk of metal lodged in his head.He began to suffer severe hallucinations soon after the battle. Before long, the gaps between the hallucinations shortened to the point of nonexistancy. Now, each of his battle brothers bore the visage of a twisted chaos marine, each shining Aquila was now a vile star of chaos. Worse yet, the opposite was true, the followers of the Dark Gods were now the mighty protectors of Humanity and appeared as loyalists.
Alone amongst a sea of corruption, Lurtz soon escaped off to join his loyal brothers in the eye of terror, a haven for the followers of the Emperor.
Appearance:
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Lurtzion Chronus seems like a fun character, would love to see how he interprets conversations and the more overly chaos actions of his 'loyalist' companions.
Sorry it took me a while to get it over here from the signup thread. I've got a better pic, though I think a cultist will probably be massively underpowered. Oh well.
Name: Gray Age: 24 Equipment and Armour: Scavenged flak armour, part scavenged part homemade forcefield generator (that always cuts out at just the wrong moment) Weapons: "Modified" combo-autogun-lasgun, electrified combat knife Warband: 2nd-in-command of a large cultist warband who tag along with any chaos marines that will take them Alignment: Leaning towards Tzeench Bio: Gray was born on an agri-world far from anywhere, where there was always a shortage of techpriests and the govenor had commanded that those techpriests that remained tech a few of the brightest students the basics so that the machinary could be cared for with a minimum of trouble. Gray was selected for this training, however found himself being slowly pulled into a cult that taught that the machine spirit was not what the priests claimed it was. At the first opportunity, he managed to stow away on a cargo vessel to one of the larger planets where the majority of this cult resided. Gray was forced to kill some of the guards at the docks when he arrived, and found it surprisingly easy, taking one of their lasguns to simplify things. He soon met with the cult, and quickly rose to a high position due to his abilities in mending and modifying the weapons that the cult was stockpiling and occasionally using. However, despite a tactical mind he never displayed the charisma required for leadership, and found himself in a high position but not rising. Civil war followed soon after, with the cult displaying its ability to bring down a large sector of one of the hives, though many of its members were killed. Though Gray fought where necessary, he was generally repairing or creating weapons, or else using bombs to damage the hives before anyone could react to it. Soon after the civil war, the forces of Chaos arrived on the planet, and Gray (by now the 2nd-highest ranking in the cult) found himself following their armies, marching to war. Appearance:
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The glass ninja wrote:Looks more like a subtle chaos corruption.
Most indeededly.
DeathRex wrote:Lurtzion Chronus seems like a fun character, would love to see how he interprets conversations and the more overly chaos actions of his 'loyalist' companions.
He'd probably hear particularly chaotic things such as dark Gods, heretic and daemon as Emperor, loyalist and reinforcements, and so on.
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Name: Achiaros "Herald of the Plague
Age: unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power Armour, Krak and Frag grenades, minor Psychic abilities, Poisonous insect hive, living on power pack.
Weapons: Toxin soaked Power Sycthe, Bolter with infectious Pestilence rounds (basically poisoned ammunition.)
Warband: Brotherhood of Thorns (Formerly Death Guard)
Alignment: Nurgle
Bio: An ex- Death Guard marine, Achiaros followed his brothers and Primarch when they gave themselves over to Nurgle. In the war on Armageddon, Achiaros heard of the defeat of Mortarion at the hands of Draigo Kalgor. With this, Achiaros felt that the legion had failed Nurgle, and brought dishonor to the Death Guard. He spent long years searching for warband to join, and he found that when the Brotherhood of Thorns could successfully usurp a planet, they would be worth his time. Now he is on Aplora, preparing for the eminent Imperial invasion (more background to be revealed as the story progresses.)
Appearance: Pre-Heresy Death Guard armour, looking like a Death Guard sergeant from before the heresy, with the exception of his power pack, which has large insect hives built into it.
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The fortress rose high above the decrepit city below, taking up a solid two square miles of the centre of the city. Jagged obsidian walls wrapped the massive spire in a glistening darkness, etched with the symbols of Chaos and lined with the bodies of those who would wish to return to the False Emperor's beacon like a fly to the light. On the northern face, a huge flat area was marked with the insignia of the Brotherhood of Thorns; a mailed fist, grasped around a rose with blood pouring from it. The blood wasn't simply painted on; the sacrifices and opposition of the Brotherhood kept a steady sanguine river flowing all the way down to the courtyard. Around the city, all there was was a huge basalt plain; if you drilled a meter downward, you would quickly be covered by pressurized lava shooting 15 meters upwards in a spectacular fountain, This was Cotera, one of the moons of the capital planet of the Algira system, Aplora.
Inside the fortress, on the highest level, members of all the fighting forces of the Brotherhood sat around a huge table, each with a standard bearer. At the entrance to the chamber stood guards and musicians. Small imps and servants, pierced with spikes, covered in tattoos, scurried about the room, making sure the food and drink was constantly full.
A transmission to the Astronomicon had recently been intercepted from Aplora. They knew that the False Emperor's filth would soon come searching for them. They needed to be prepared.
Begin.
BlapBlapBlap: bringing idiocy and mischief where it should never set foot since 2011.
BlapBlapBlap wrote:What sort of idiot quotes themselves in their sigs? Who could possibly be that arrogant?
Archios stood just outside the hall doors of the leaders hall. While he was a seasoned warrior, leading was not his strength. He was not counted among the leaders of this band. He was, however, an excellent fighter, and so he would stand vigil outside. He found it ironic that the only guard to stand just outside the great doors was death itself. He was a reaper, all things wasted away in time, but he could provide Father Nurgle with piles of rotten bodies in minutes. And so he stood, not speaking, alone, Scythe raised and ready for those who dared to approach the door without his consent.
The Narkos Dynasty - 15k
Iron Hands - 12k 
The Shadewatch - 3k 
Cadmus Outriders - 4k 
Alpha Legion Raiders - 3k 
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