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this is still a work in progress army and WIP fluff, please read and any and all suggestions will be taken.

System name: ottaro sextus
Army name: Howling Scythes

Fluff.

A star system, in the farthest and darkest reaches of the galaxy the is a planet, a planet with such a strong fighting sprit, that was renowned as one of the greatest
they thought along side many other forces and helped turn the tide of many battles. there militery might was formed through hard and constant training as well as being
left alone for a long time to develop there fighting abilites alone, only being contacted for status reports and for weapon supplies and war machine drops.

however one day as massive starships headed out for a near by ork invasion into there space they became cut of from the rest of the imperiaum of man, for countless
years they continued to rasie there children in the way of war, however some where down the line, it was...changed, there way of looking at the emperor shifted.
started to belive that the emperoer had abandend or died, leaveing them to look after them selfs, then just when they thought they was alone a continguent of guardsmen
entered into orbit from the planet, this is the last communication from this continguent.

"We have landed on the planet, there still seems to be a large population of humans here, how did they survive for so long? was they tanted by the warp there is...."

since then they have been removed from the information of the imperium and there name no longer shows in the list of all star systems providing militer might for the
imperioum, how ever this is there story..


although beliving that the emperour had abandend them they continued to fight in his name, beliving that he would some day return, then one day the high priest of the
planet started hearing a voice, identifying itself as the emperour telling them that they must wait a little longer, the storm of the warp was growing weaker and ships
would be coming soon to make contact, it also told them that there prayers had been hurd but was wrong, he was not a god of peace but a god of war and blood shed..

beliving this they started praying of war and blood, feeling something deep inside them, a surge of energy making them feel stronger than before....

one morning the planet felt silent as a world wide message was broadcast by the commander of the planet..

"people of Bessidra, today we have once again recived a message from the golden throne, the fleet has broken through however not unscathed, it appers that the gods of
chaos have gained control of the ships personal, we have recived orders to destroy everyone and salvage what we can from the ships to use to fight back agenst
the trators, we can not lot them leave, we must purge chaos from this galaxy we must destroy them.."

the ships entered orbit the troops landed and sent back a communication to there ship, suddenly the comms went offline the groung troops that recently landed was wiped
outand huge ground cannons fired aiming to disable the ships and kill all personel abored the plants psykers unleashed a massive attack into space ripping the ships crews
minds to shreds. the fight was over before it had begun.

by time night fell the ships had been dismantled and the dead had been brought planetside and pilled up to create a mountain of over one million dead ready to be
read the emporers last rights and be incinarated. at that moment there was a flash of light atop the bodies as the light faded there on top of the mound appered the
emperour and the golden throne and begain to talk.

"Come to plague me, rape and take me, Politician, inquisition They're closing in, the iron round. To strangulate your way to live, They promise everything but they betray
And though they crash the hammer down Hold your ground, or tomorrow it will be taken, Hold your ground or it will be taken,"

The Scythes Cheered and bowed down before him looking at the ground bowing no one spoted the pile of bodies turn to skeltions with a river of blood pooling around the base

they no longer worshipped the empreror, they worshiped KHORNE!.

This should be in Dakka Fiction...

And now it is!