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  Ok probably not the right place for this but.

Can someone tell me if thairs any official fluff

other than in the Chaos SM Codex ?

Thanks

Just so you know, when you type in all caps, its considered shouting, and is seen as being rude. And there is a fluff section to post in.

Also in the white dwarfs, as well as eot codex is pretty much all the fluff on his chosen (its not much). You could also pick up the black library publication on the whole 13th black crusade (its not bad).

There was a rumor they'd get models and Abby himself would be kewlified for 4th edition. Anyone heard anything else?

The fell Chosen of the Warmaster number four, and their fell deeds echo coruscatingly throughout the Dark Millennia.

Merakh'HinThar was born Merak Ugrun on Holy Terra. Death came quickly to the denizens on the Birth World, and in Fac-Hab 12548593.099583.2123, death came no quicker than at the hands of Ugrun. He fought his Garthak in the Slaughter Pits at age seven, and killed his first man at age eleven, and carved out a fiefdom in the underhive by fifteen. When the Choosers of the Astartes came, he was ready. He had just completed his scout training in the Imperial Fists when he realized that his legion sucked. Stealing away on a outbound ore-hulk, Ugrun fought his way toward...something. He knew not what, but the pull of it was inexorable. He found what he was looking for on Davin, where he swore oaths of obedience to the Warmaster and his fell lieutenant, Abaddon. The song of battle sings in Ugrun's blood, and he is no happier than when he is hacking something to flopping, blood-sodden bits. It was with greedy lust Ugrun accepted when Khorne wrought his rune on his forehead, and lent steel to his sword-arm stronger than any medicae or apothacarion of the False Emperor could hope to accomplish with their pitiful technology. He walks the line of the razor's kiss, and a ragged line it is.

Gholan the Fetid, Scourge of the Quinarch Nebula, Destroyer of Hive Fleet Hecate, and Pox of Nurgle, was born into relative obscurity on the planet Cyclonus VIII. The Gene Bosses of the Cyclonus system had long provided specially tailored toxins and viruses to other planets in the Windsreach Cluster. As the Emperor of Mankind's Great Crusade reached Cyclonus, Gholan was a mid-level scientist in the bacterial construction division. Appalled by what he saw, The Emperor ordered that all viral stocks be destroyed and all involved pressed into service in the Imperial Army. What no one realized was that Gholan was experimenting upon himself, and when placed in close proximity with other human beings, he spread the nearly undetectable plague he carried in his body to an entire regiment. Even the strictest quarantine was no help, and on the way to the executioner's chamber, Gholan's prayer was answered. He missed his appointment.

Little is known of Ulhanim the Turgid until rising to prominence as commander of the eighteenth company of the Emperor's Children Space Marine legion. He was well-liked by his men, and it came as no surprise that after declaring themselves for Horus, they would follow him into the Eye of Terror on a quest to find the Tongue of Slannesh. The Tongue was by far the most powerful artifact ever found by the followers of the Lord of Pleasure, and he became very adept at its use. He ravaged seven planets near the Cadian Gate looking for the planet Eidolon. He found Abaddon, and nearly bested him in single combat, before accepting his place as one of his Chosen.

Moclintrom Samarkandus was a small-time bunko artist and snake oil salesman on the feral planet of Homestead IV. Always a step ahead of the Judges, Moclintrom always attributed his ability to evade capture to luck, but in fact it was something much worse. Tzeentch had plans for him, and made sure that he found a way off that backwater before they found a noose that fit him. Weaseling his way into leadership of a mystery cult, he learned that the Changer could give him abilities that put his amateur theatrics to shame. And he got like two wounds, too. And a guy like that has got a lot going for him, I guess.

You know real or not thats about as good as anything GW has put out.

yeah???