You may have seen a character named Marshal Hydatius in the Vengeance Crusade short story...
I have described him quite a bit, but I haven't really showed any pictures of what he actually looks like and what he is equipped with.
So without further ado:
Marshal Hydatius Schtauffen, Master of the Nemerian Crusade and Vanquisher of N'Krug the Foul
Amidst the carnage and destruction, the violence and the uproar of war throughout the entire city, there was a tense silence surrounding the Cathedral of Angelic Resonance.
A champion of humanity, clad in mighty Tactical Dreadnought armor stood confronting the Greater Daemon bloated with the power of rot and fester, this monster with undulating pus filled sacs covering its body, released toxic fumes out of wounds that widened as it moved and and hefted upon it's broad shoulders a great cleaver hissing with venom that not even a Space Marines' enhanced physiology could endure. It has been a month since the Black Templars aided an Inquisitorial investigation upon the disappearance of swathes of Imperial Citizens upon this world, and upon discovering that the population has been transformed into agents of the plague god, the Templars and the Inquisition had no other choice, but to put this world to the torch..
Now in the climax of this war, a final battle is taking place at the great cathedral in the heart of the city, countless Imperial and heretical souls littered the streets, daemons of rot and undead citizens fought the combined forces of the Inquisition and the Black Templars. The sky was the color of vile, the very air toxic to an unaugmented human and the very ground that they fought on was starting to show signs of decay. This world would become a staging ground for daemons to spread their contagion around nearby systems, bolstering their numbers and feeding more power to their Lord of Rost and Decay, the battle that will transpire in this cathedral will be the pivoting point, if the sector will belong to the living or the undead.
It shall end where it all started, here in the very foundation of this once glorious cathedral, where an altar has been erected for worship to the Chaos god of Rot and Decay, by cultist dedicated to their festering master. The Marshal charged forward, slowly picking up speed, his Terminator Armour crushing the tiles under his boots into powder, the more strides he takes the more faster he gets, his speed accelerating as he depresses the activation rune of his ancient Power Sword, the Hell spawn raised its sword high in a two-handed grip preparing to smash him into the ground. The creature swung and caused a powerful shock wave that reverberated throughout the entire cathedral as the gigantic daemon sword connects with the Marshal's Storm Shield, then Marshal swung with his blade, opening the midsection of the vile daemon in a spray of pus, ooze and entrails. The sword embedded itself in the daemons abdomen but became stuck there fast, the scent of the daemons burning flesh could be smelled throughout the altar, nauseating toxic and dangerous, as the Marshal tries to pull his blade free, but a Terminator sized fist, rammed him at his flanks sending him across the room dislodging his shield and sending it clattering onto the ground. His sword, which was torn free from the daemon's blow was now embedded between him and the vile creature, he slowly got up, his faith in the Emperor of Man driving him on. Spitting blood from his mouth, he knew that two of his ribs were broken, his left arm numb where the fist connected, and his left shoulder has been dislocated, as he breathed, he could tell that one of his lungs have been punctured. He was now injured and disarmed, facing one of the most powerful creatures that has ever threatened the Emperor's rule over mankind.
He growled angrily but grinned... he's had worse.
The foul beast on the other hand seems completely unfazed by his seemingly fatal blow, it grimaced as the hole where its insides were exposed sealed itself shut, a mouth horrifyingly wide grinned sharp needle like teeth which filled it from top to bottom, a long drooling tongue slicked out of its mouth and licked its hell forged sword further covering it with toxic bile. With a slow waddle as opposed to the knights strides, the Daemon charged, slow and waddling but every step was shaking the entire cathedral to it's core. The Knight dashed forward, moving as fast as his bulky Terminator Armor could provide, he reached his sword and pulled it free from the ground just as the daemon swung its weapon downward trying to cleave the Marshal into two, the Marshal managed to block the attack with his own sword at the last moment, his enhanced muscles aching against the earth shattering blow. The monster swung again, it was gaining momentum with every blow, and blocking every strike coming at him was all he could do, he deflected a mid-swing aimed at his sides, each blow could divide a Leman Russ Battle Tank into pieces. The Marshal was an enhanced genetically altered super-human made by the Emperor to be the finest among all of his soldiers, but despite all the might given to him when he was transformed into a Space Marine he could not compare to the might of a warp fueled Daemon Prince, as he kept fending off the daemons onslaught he started to waver, pushed back as the creature swung at him repeatedly, he gritted his teeth as he realized that he was giving ground against this monstrosity. His bones ached. his muscles were weakening, and even though he was stopping every strike his armor was still starting to crack against each blow, he looked at the beast's face, layered with ooze and covered with rot and saw two misshapen doll-like eyes, black and lifeless gazing at him with glee, and he knew that it was merely toying with him.
The creature spoke, taunting him "Weakling mortal, you dare challenge me, you dare oppose my Master, fear not mortal all are welcome under grandfather Nurgles embrace. Come take death, and we will take you to him, he awaits your soul. You no longer need to serve your carrion lord, your Emperor is long dead, and when we take your home world we will feast on his bones..."
N'krug swung again , but this time instead of parrying the blow, the Marshal met it with his own. Now instead of blocking he was swinging back at the creature, each blow being met in the middle, a last desperate push from the knight who put all of his wrath, hate, disgust, experience and faith into every swing. The Daemon has had enough of the little flea before it and with a blow that was meant to be end this little duel, he fell upon the little Marshal with his titanic sword, but the Marshal was not done and with with the very fiber of his being he met the daemons blow with an earth shattering strike of his own. The Daemonic Weapon shattered into fragments, exploding with a force equivalent to a grenade, the Marshal renewed with the loss of the daemons weapons kept up the charge, he kept on attacking with all his fury, swinging his sword at the daemon who was weakened upon the loss of the weapon that bound it into existence, against this crazed champion all he could do was take the blows with his slowly dissolving flesh. The Daemon's entrails started spilling onto the ground, its blood splattered on the walls and started pooling in the crevices surrounding the altar, bits and pieces of it was being flung in all directions as the Marshal kept on bringing his sword down upon the oozing hissing beast, he didn't stop until whatever was left of it was now nothing more than a smoking pool of blood and organs unrecognizable for the mighty Daemon Prince it was before. The Marshal, terrifying and monstrous in his own way, embedded his sword on the ground where the center of the creature's face laid. He gazed at the pool of blood in front to his armoured boot, where a single yellow eye, that used to belong to N'krag the Foul stared at him with its lifeless glaze, he picked it up in his armoured gauntlet and said.
"The God-Emperor lives foul daemon and you and your kind will know to fear his name" before crushing the eye in his massive fist.
The Daemon has almost completely dissolved, it oozed slowly back into the warp... a hatred against the Black Templars embedded in its bones, but with it... fear.
This guy is my very first Marshal, you can see that I wasn't really thinking about builds and tactics and weapons back then, and my painting was still novitiate
I just wanted a very big guy with a Sword and a Shield, because that attracted me the most when it comes to 'Knight-ly' themes.
Anyway hope you enjoyed and comment as always.
@Zyth23: Like I've told Arthanor, I just ended up with those guys... I don't know where they originally came from, they were useful though so I kept them
Edited by Marshal_Roujakis, 13 November 2017 - 01:47 PM.