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Ok, folks, bear with me as I update this log with all the stuff earlier posted to other forums. Here we go!

 

 

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Erigad Maveksen, Order of Remembrancers, Legio XVII

 

"I cannot begin to explain, no, perhaps I cannot even begin myself to fathom, the significance of this revelation, this paradigm shift. Where before, we recorded the deeds and conquests of men and Astartes, we now put into words the deeds and conquests of Truth. Our task was at once made both superfluous and important beyond our meagre intellects to describe." - Erigad Maveksen, Chronicles of Pilgrimage

 

 

One of many Remembrancers attached to the Word Bearers Legion, Erigad Maveksen was one of but a few to remain as their journey into the Heresy passed the turning point that was the discovery of the Primordial Truth. Attached to the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Maveksen was under the personal protection (and judgement) of Chapter Master Anatavar Xol. His loyalty to (what had become) his masters was never in question though, and he would continue the sacred task of compiling the unfolding history of the Chapter, and of the wider Legion, throughout the long years of the war that became known as the Horus Heresy.

Here Maveksen is portrayed wandering the harbour of Nocai Prime, an agri-world that was made compliant without shedding a single drop of blood, the secular organisation of the planetary government still harbouring seeds of the Old Faith in its foundations. During the Heresy, this planet would be one of a thousand such worlds important in providing food and other supplies for the mustering forces of the Warmaster.

Nocai Prime would however, unlike the majority of such worlds (which were too valuable for the recovering False Imperium to lose in the wake of the heresy), go on to meet a gruesome end at the hands of the savage Legio VI, the Space Wolves. Explanations for this act of atrocity differ, though many point to the danger of the True Faith spreading through the trade routes connecting the agri-world to neighbouring systems.

 

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Magos Çamal-Diaz, Adeptus Mechanicus Cohort, Legio XVII

 

"Respected Lord Captain, I have detected a data infection in our communications network's access channels. No, chances of operational interference are zero percent. Our enemy, with statistical certainity, does not expect that the central communications hub is... How should I describe it in your crude language? They don't expect our central communications hub to be... Alive." - Magos Çamal-Diaz, Vox-recording, Kondalum IX Intervention

 

 

Magos Economis Çamal-Diaz was attached to the 2091st Expeditionary Fleet as a detachment to the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth of the Word Bearers, and like most of his Mechanicus brethren in that formation, in a completely non-martial occupation. The revered Magos was the logistical brain of the entire Expeditionary Fleet, and would early on see the potential of the True Gods and their servants in increasing the efficiency of any operation that the fleet, and more importantly, the Chapter, would undertake. By the time chaos descended upon Mars, Çamal-Diaz had already declared for Lorgar, Horus, and the Fabricator-General, and was years ahead of his peers in other places concerning the blessed blending of science and sacred Warp-craft.

In time, his advances in this craft would allow him to relinquish control of the more mundane tasks of his occupation to other beings, his own intellect instead focused upon development and construction of weaponry, war engines and ships for the Word Bearers, and for the other loyal Legions. Such wondrous devices as the Aether-Flux Projector and the Epsilon Divina-class of frigates have been attributed to his incredible mind, and along with many other such inventions stand testament to the great worth of the Mechanicus to the XVII Legion during the dark days of the War.

 

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Chapter Mastar Anatavar Xol

 

Truthbringer, Honoured Illuminator, Doom of the Sandropeian Void-King, Favoured of Lorgar, Lord of the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII

 

 

"Sometimes my thoughts rest upon Terra. Blessed Terra. Our Primarch, beloved of all, might hold Colchis in higher regard, as does many of our Legion. Yet, where would we be, but for Terra? As the Eye is for the warpspawn, so is Terra for our species. Not a birthplace, it is the birthplace. Our origin. Our womb. Our creator, if you will. For a brief time now, it has been cast in a veil, a veil of ignorance and false secularity, by a single madman. He had us, his Legions, tricked as well.

Oh, how it hurts me, how it slowly tears at the sanity my mind. Beloved Terra, birthplace of my own self, of my Primarch, of my Legion, and of my species. Wondrous Terra, we are coming for you. We will save you from the darkness of the lies and untruths. But be afraid. For first, we will have to utterly, irrevocably tear you down, brick by brick, and grind you to dust beneath our heels..."

 

- Chapter Master Anatavar Xol, excerpt from Sermons On The Qliphoth

 

 

 

Pictured above is the Chapter Master of the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth of the Legio XVII, the glorious Anatavar Xol, blessed be his name. Born of Terra and one of the first inducted in the Legion, it paradixocally was not until the Primarch's renouncement of loyalty to Terra that Xol climbed above the rank of Sergeant, and was assigned the newly formed Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth as his own to lead. Dark rumours abound of this largely undocumented time, and it is said that as the Legion was purified from those of traitorous intent towards blessed Lorgar, Anatavar Xol, unlike most of his Terran brethren, became one of the Primarch's favoured through his deeds.

 

Here he is pictured in his personal suit of Cataphractii armour, altered to show his dedication to the True Gods. He wields Carnivore, a great mace gifted to him by Captain Stanavos Thal of the Iron Warriors, during the Sandropeian Campaign, where many bonds of friendship were forged in preparation for the coming storm.

 

While not a Chaplain, Chapter Master Xol nevertheless holds some leverage in matters of faith, having been of the True Faith for far longer than most of his Chaplain brethren. He is an ancient and respected symbol of the Legion, a vein of true ore that nobody expected to find, but that walked amongst the Legion all along.

 

 

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Astartes Legionnaire Kasaer Qo, Tarbal Tactical Squad

 

49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers

 

"All I ever wanted was the truth. Remember those words as you read the ones that follow. I never set out to topple my father's kingdom of lies from a sense of misplaced pride. I never wanted to bleed the species to its marrow, reaving half the galaxy clean of human life in this bitter crusade. I never desired any of this, though I know the reasons for which it must be done. But all I ever wanted was the truth."

— Opening Lines of the "Book of Lorgar", First Canticle of Chaos

 

Pictured above is Legionnaire Kasaer Qo, a Word Bearer legionnaire of relatively recent Colchisian origin. His equipment is typical of the assault-oriented Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, with heavily reinforced MkIII plate for boarding actions and firepower-intense engagements, rendering the Astartes warrior within all but impervious to anything but concentrated support weaponry. The armour is painted in the recently adopted red colour of the True Faith, indicating his squad as one that has proven its devotion and is also no longer required for covert diplomatic duties to the Legions of the False Emperor. It is even possible that at this point, Kasaer Qo has already taken part in direct actions against those Legions.

 

A member of Tarbal tactical squad, Kasaer Qo will be expected at the forefront of any action. The 49th Assault Company is heavily steeped in tradition and glory, and is somewhat of an exemplar Company to the other, more recently formed, Companies in the Radiant Qliphoth. The Daemonkin symbol on his left shoulder pad indicates excellence in service to the True Faith, and is seen as a sure mark of future promotion - if the Legionnaire survives long enough. Above Kasaer Qo's left eye is a symbol of a scorpion, denoting membership of the Scorpion Cult. The horsehair braid similarly denotes rank within his Cult, which has no bearing on tactical or strategical matters, but constitutes an informal rank in other matters of less martial aspect within the Legion.

 

 

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Astartes Legionnaire Dor Kavagron, Tarbal Tactical Squad
 
49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers
 
"The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde. Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke?The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, 'tis the world without end." 
- excerpt from Book Of Mgla, copied from original text found on compliant planet Groza IV.
 
Dor Kavagron was, like many of the members of Tarbal Squad, taken into the ranks of the XVII Legion after its discovery and adoption of the True Faith, and has therefore served only with true purpose, with no shameful past in service to the False God to burden his conscience. One of a select few amongst the company singled out as potential Mechanicum Acolytes, Dor Kavagron has replaced his Chapter symbol with a skull to symbolise his future service to the pursuit of divine and mechanical Knowledge, above any individual Chapter. The Legion number has instead been moved to his left leg armour, a practice relatively common in the ritualistic Radiant Qliphoth Chapter, where symbols and adherence to ritual code takes precedence over uniformity of markings. 
 
The ornate backpack of this Legionnaire is no doubt a result of one trial or another imposed upon candidates to the Mechanicum, and has in this case resulted in a backpack design unlike any other in his Squad, made to his own aesthetic prefences and probably housing several effectiveness-increasing personal modifications within its machinery and circuitry as well. Apart from this, his armour and bolter are of designs common to the Chapter, and it is obvious that Dor Kavagron is not yet far upon the path to become a true Astartes Mechanicum Adept.
 
 
Saturnine Fleet, 28th Infantry, II Company
 
Squad X-X, 1-0, 1-1, 1-2 and attached Exterminator 1A
 
 
"Before evening, will your mouth be distorted into a last unfinished yawn? Like open-mouthed cattle, blooming with appetite and lust for life. Have you got a year or an hour left to pollute the earth with your debris? Angels descend, graves open; the war host of Saturn is come."
 
Traditional message broadcasted by the Saturnine Fleet to enemy forces upon arrival in theatre of war
 
 
As it expanded outwards from Terra, the armies of the Imperium encountered the Saturnine realm. Even as its rulers signed the peace treaty with the newly born Imperium, it was torn apart by a civil war caused by anti-Imperial sentiments. In what can be called the first true compliance action of the Astartes Legions, even if it was aided by the government-loyal Saturnine Fleet, the Legions annihilated the secessionist forces hiding out in Saturn's rings. From then on, the Saturnine fleet fought alongside, but never as a true part of, Imperial forces along the entire frontier of the Crusade. Records have been found, though many are surely missing still, of Saturnine presence in (amongst others) the 1st, 2nd, 4th, 36th, 63rd and 201st Expeditionary Fleets. The low numerals are worthy of note, as an indication of the Saturnine forces' early dedication to the Great Crusade and the Imperial cause. Of course, there are exceptions (the 250791st Expeditionary Fleet being the most extreme, perhaps), and these probably consist of regiments raised because of population overload or unexpected military demand. It seems that most of the new recruits raised were transported to the established regiments, a costly procedure illustrating both the Imperium's respect for the Saturnine Fleet, and the huge capacity and resources of the Saturnine Fleet itself.
 
During these times, the primary recruitment grounds for the Saturnine Fleet were the moons and asteroid rings of Saturn, housing a civil population comparable to a grade C Hive World. These mining stations, orbital defence platforms, monitors, signal stations and so on form a recruitment base much in the same way as the civilian population once did. Unwanted children, personnel deemed superfluous by budget cuts or reorganisations, staff found guilty of minor charges, and many more; All are welcomed into the Saturnine regiments, and under a harsh regime trained into the peak efficiency Saturnine Fleet formations that tradition and their glorious history demands them to be.
 
With the heresy of the primarch Horus, and the upheaval that followed, the Saturnine Fleet's old oaths of loyalty would be tested once more.
 
 
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Astartes Legionnaire Xreet Kchoro, Tarbal Tactical Squad
 
49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers
 
 
Honestly? I don't give an Octed damn what our Legion's "core beliefs" are. I kill people. I am a blade. No, erase that. I am an Emperor-be-damned chainaxe, no, a chainfist, a huge damn chainfist, like, Titan-sized, you know? Warlord-Titan-sized. A Warlord-Titan-sized chainfist, coming to rip the throat out of the :cusslicking Emperor and any baseborn fool between me and that throat. Now, THAT is my core belief."
 
- Legionnaire Xreet Kchoro to unknown Remembrancer, Chronicles of the Radiant Qliphoth, Appendix XIV-10
 
 
An older Colchisian Legionnaire, Xreet Kchoro has been with the Radiant Qliphoth since its beginnings. From the fleshworld of Taaves to the recent massacre at Nabilus 6, he has carved out a bloody reputation, marking himself out for righteous fury and a frenzied offensive dogma in battle, standing out even amongst the assault-oriented brothers of 49th Assault Company.  Yet curiously, his interest in matters abstract and of religious nature is fainter by far than most in the Legion, leading some to joke about the "World Eater of Tarbal". Always arguing for melee-oriented loadouts before deployment, it is not hard to see why, as the thirst for blood and close quarters death flares in his old eyes.
 
Understandably, this approach and his unusual contempt for matters of the Faith, new or old, has given him as much respect (often through nothing but simple fear) as it has given him enemies, and it is recognised by most that he will never rise above the rank of Legionnaire. Nevertheless, Xreet Kchoro's Sergeant has bestowed upon him the honour of bearing the symbol of the Octed into war, and even though he is uncaring about the Faith, nevertheless Kchoro recognises the inherent blessing that it symbolises.
 
 
 
 
 
Astartes Legionnaire Alvar Vetnu, Tarbal Tactical Squad
 
49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers
 
 
Shadows of the infernal coil, blood of the faithful boil. For those who stand before us: Oblivion awaits! Bow heads, prepare graves! Tarbal! Tarbal!
- Traditional battle chant of Tarbal Squad
 
 
 
 
 
Sergeant Tias Tarsas, Tarbal Tactical Squad
 
49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers
 
"Horus is a fool. Fortunately, he is not the one in charge, whatever his pups might believe."
- Sergeant Tarsas, personal log, file 10566, mark 1:01
 
 
 
Above is pictured a demisquad of Tarbal Squad. Each full-strength Tactical squad is normally split in up to four demisquads for small scale operations, where the brute power of the full twenty Astartes in the squad is deemed unneccessary. Unusually, these five squad members feature not only sergeant Tarsas, but also his informal second-in command, Legionnaire Qo, and the bearer of the squad Icon, Legionnaire Kchoro. This makes it highly probable that this demisquad composition is meant for a ceremonial duty of some kind, perhaps as an honour guard to the company captain, or an external guest.
 
During a certain time just before the Great War, and at its very beginning, there was a frenzy of diplomatic activity both within the Legion and to other Legions and entities of the Imperium. At this period, a surprisingly large portion of the XVII Legion's Astartes would be given over to something as unremarkable as escort duties for ranking officers and visitors, something which makes the high rate of conquered worlds by the Legion in the final stages of the Great Crusade all the more impressive.
 
Nevertheless, dull as such duties might be, the Legion's warriors knew their import in the greater scheme of things, and so made their Primarch proud even in these unexciting matters.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Seltharien Voct, Gal Vorbak
 
Chosen of Lorgar, Warrior of the Serrated Sun, Companion of Argel Tal, Kinslayer, Foereaper
 
 
Many call us a sinister Legion, some even call us boring. This is not true. We make jests, we laugh, we compete amongst ourselves for glory and for the hell of it. Just like you. That we appear solemn to others is true, however, and I apologise on behalf of my brothers. I admit it, we are not the most enjoyable to fight alongside, that honour probably goes to the Warmaster's Legion, for their lust for battle and skill in it, or to the chosen of Sanguinius, for their warmth of heart and easy friendship. Perhaps even, though it pains myself to admit it, to the Ultramarines, for their pragmatical approach and willingness to learn. Hell, if I were you, I'd probably even fight alongside the pack of Russ rather than us, their way of fighting make for great stories at least.
 
We might well be a sinister Legion, we are outwardly probably boring. We chant as we go to battle, and I admit, that is a curious custom. Yet which Legion but us, and us alone, have met the Gods, and talked to them? Which Legion but us, know their names? Which Legion, I ask, bear the burden to save not only the Imperium, but all of Mankind? 
 
I literally bear the essence of a God within my chest. I don't know about you, but for me, this seems a fair trade for lacking some outward pleasantries.
 
- Seltharien Voct of the Gal Vorbak, Legio XVII to Alpharius, Legio XX, unknown time and place
 
 
Some of the Chapters of the XVII Legion are graced by the presence of one of Lorgar's Chosen, the Gal Vorbak. Some are present only temporarily, while some are permanent attachments to further the glory of the Chapter. The Radiant Qliphoth can lay claim to such a permanent arrangement, with the presence of Seltharien Voct. One of the survivors of the Orfeo's Lament, he commands respect, awe and fear in equal measure throughout the Legion, his deeds eclipsed only by a few others of his kind and of course the Primarch himself. For these blessed beings, formal rank is done away with, and through their divine wisdom and fearsome skills at arms they aid the Legion in battle.
 
Some of the Gal Vorbak have been gifted intricately crafted artificier-made armour, in Setherial Voct's case with leering aetherkin faces blended into the ceramite and banding of his armour plates. A great horn of iron crests his helm, reminiscent of his war form. Thus, even in between battles, the Gal Vorbak are a constant reminder of the incredible power now in allegiance with the Legion, and the purity of their cause.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Agatob, Revered Scholar-Warrior
 
Nay-sayer to Lorgar Aurelian, Nemesis of the Sandroped, Voice Of Reason, Foebreaker, Conqueror of Valata Secundus
 
 
Be a craftsman in speech that thou mayest be strong, for the strength of one is the tongue, and speech is mightier than all fighting.
- Ancient Agatob, excerpt from opening speech in the Garotelios Debates
 
 
One of the very first recruits from Colchis after the discovery of the Legion's Primarch by the expanding Great Crusade, Agatob was born and raised by one of Lorgar's chief lieutenants in the planetary civil war. An orphan as it ended, Kor Phaeron himself saw to it that the child got the upbringing that his family's deeds deserved, but their money could no longer buy, and so was raised in one of the primary monastery schools. Having already sparred (albeit playfully, of course) with no less prodigal warriors than Kor Phaeron, Lorgar and Erebus at the tender age of ten, Agatob was no weakling, but a true aspirant warrior monk. His admission to the Legion was a matter of course, and completed the trials and his conversion to Astartes with honour and health intact.
 
Perhaps his attitude of complete and utter disregard for authority comes from that time of fighting with a wooden sword those who others would bow before and call demi-gods, but his voice was always one of reason, friendship and respect, not of rebellion, envy or distrust. For this, many of his brethren regarded him as somewhat unstable and always feared some terrible reprisal from his betters, but Lorgar and the other commanders of the Legion just laughed heartily and discussed whatever merits or flaws the arguments of Agatob could have.
 
As he rose through the ranks, his ability to reason was marred with the strength of will and resolve to command and make quick decisions, and it was only natural that he soon was in the inner circle of his Chapter's command, leading his own Company to war.
 
Perhaps his fortune ended at what was at the same time his most glorious moment, the final siege of Valata Secundus, as he slew the self-proclaimed King and his entire bodyguard, but was himself brought almost to death in the process. Interred afterwards in the cold tomb of a Dreadnought, he calmly accepted his fate. He still aids the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth in war as in council and debate, though the tragic process of decay of the mind that is the hallmark of Dreadnought interment is already there to be seen, especially sins Agatob insists on remaining awake for as long as possible, even between battles, unlike many of his brethren.
 
Nowadays, there is a sad undertone to Lorgar's warm laughter as he argues over philosphical points and counterpoints with one of the few to ever call him "childhood friend".
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Astartes Legionnaire Hatu Vishara, Tarbal Tactical Squad
 
49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers
 
When an empire falls, what remains? Everything and nothing, my friend. An empire is but an abstract concept of governance given practical shape. Like any concept, it is open to discussion and debate. Here; My bolter, "Discussion". Hang on for a second, I'm sure I have my blade somewhere here..."
 
A long serving member of Tarbal Squad from the time the Legion was grey and naive, Hatu Vishara has always held the role of mood lightener, a martial kind of joker who thinks nothing of throwing the skulls of vanquished warlords at his fellow Astartes for a laugh. Some of the more dour members of the squad consider him a nuisance at best, until something unexpected happens to the battle plan and Vishara inevitably turns it to their advantage, showing the true breadth and depth of his vast lake of intelligence. As the smoke clears, he stands there again, an undeniable paragon of bloodshed and war, until a shadow falls from his face and that maliciously grin of a genocidal comedian distorts his features in laughter again.


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Astartes Legionnaire Tarvalin Neseksar, Tarbal Tactical Squad
 
49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers
 
"The difference between daemons and angels rest solely in which side you're on. Trust me, for I have walked amongst both, pledged my soul to one, and slain the other." - Scripts of the Qliphoth, Book LCVII, unknown Word Bearers Legionnaire
 
Shown here in still-polished battle armour at the outset of the Ahntaarux hostilities, Legionnaire Neseksar would along with his Chapter go on to forever etch their name into the annals of the Legion during this bitter conflict. The Ahntaarux were Imperial warlords of dire repute, and residing within the Serposia cluster, holding a position that was vital to the shipping lanes from Colchis to the rest of the Imperium. Thus it was that as the threads of the Heresy were woven thicker and Istvaan loomed over the horizon, the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth was tasked with its utter eradication from the face of the galaxy.
 
What really transpired in that conflict is all but unknown outside the Chapter, and they won't speak of it, even to the rest of the Legion. As they left the system, the planets of the Ahntaarux dead balls of rock floating through space in their wake, it is known however that the Chapter was at one tenth of its former strength. One Chapter Master had been replaced by another, and then he had perished, too. Three companies had simply disappeared from any record, and of six capital ships, there was no trace.
 
Perhaps Aurelian himself knows what went on in those five weeks, perhaps not. Since that day, however, the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth are something of a pariah Chapter within the Legion. Trough favour or scorn, however, is impossible to know.
 
 
ARMY SHOT TIME!
 
 
Say hello to the new Chapter Master, aka Master of Badass:
 
 
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Aaaaaand there we are, at current time. Welcome to the now, and hope you enjoy your stay here with the XVII Legion. Your comfort and eternal damnation is our virtue.

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Brother Vidius - Thanks, makes me very happy to hear that indeed!

gizur - Thanks, I think it's more that I've learnt to cheat well though biggrin.png


For the time being, we'll have to do without the old images due to my Photobucket bandwidth being exceeded and me not having any kind of ambition to paying them for picture storage. I'm a student: Hobby money goes into resin, plastic or metal, not bandwidth. Hopefully my account resets within a couple of days though.

For now though, I actually have a new model (or rather, a remake of Anatavar Xol, the Chapter Master) for once, and it's stored on Imgur so it's even seeable:

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Chapter Mastar Anatavar Xol
Truthbringer, Mirrorbearer, Doom of the Sandropeian Void-King, Unfavoured Son of a Son of a King, The Soulless, Lord of the Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII
"Sometimes my thoughts rest upon Terra. Blessed Terra. Our Primarch, beloved of all, might hold Colchis in higher regard, as does many of our Legion. Yet, where would we be, but for Terra? As the Eye is for the warpspawn, so is Terra for our species. Not a birthplace, it is the birthplace. Our origin. Our womb. Our creator, if you will. For a brief time now, it has been cast in a veil, a veil of ignorance and false secularity, by a single madman. He had us, his Legions, tricked as well.
Oh, how it hurts me, how it slowly tears at the sanity my mind. Beloved Terra, birthplace of my own self, of my Primarch, of my Legion, and of my species. Wondrous Terra, we are coming for you. We will save you from the darkness of the lies and untruths. But be afraid. For first, we will have to utterly, irrevocably tear you down, brick by brick, and grind you to dust beneath our heels..."
- Chapter Master Anatavar Xol, excerpt from Sermons On The Qliphoth
For there shall come a time, when the scorned son of a son of a king shall slay all those other sons sent to murder him, and from their blood shall he make the mirror with which to see into the future, and reach within, and pluck his own life from the woven threads of the Fates, and place instead his soul therein for trade. From that day, none shall be the one who first dares looks into his eyes, and none more shall attempt his death, but his life shall be the ending of a hundred times hundred times hundred, for the Fates spoke to him on that day, and the Fates said: Have life then, but know that every moment of mortal life is bought with a decade of mortal suffering. And so it was.

- The Huru'an Prophecies, Ind, M27


I fear him, and it shames me not to say so. Who does not? Even now, with some companies playing home to meddling wizards and sorcerors hoping to imitate the prowess of blessed Lorgar, and rituals of possession as far from the original source as a drawing of a painting of a pic-cap, he is still to them as the old and wizened serial killer who never got caught is to the bullies in a playground. And he was that way from long before they even thought up bullying. Am I proud to call him my Chapter Master? In the hundred hells, yes. Do I fear him? More than all those hundred hells combined.

- Lakardias Eventhon, Captain of the 49th Assault Company, XVII Legion, to Remembrancer Gerth Eça


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Demon 2027 - Happy to hear and glad to have you here!

 

Ninjasuperspy - Thanks! Yeah, it really works IMO, though it seems to be the primary dividing feature to viewers. Some like it, some don't, and I can see that it's not really the usual WB red.

 

Doghouse - Thanks! As I've probably said elsewhere your Night Lords were probably what first got me into the HH era, so double thanks for that.

 

Terimus - Thank you! I really love ordering bits to make that perfect model, it just might be the most fun part of HH modeling to me.

 

 

Anybody out there who could live with selling me a single model from the Gal Vorbak set? PM me if so!

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Exellent models all around. I'm loving the different shade of red, and you've really nailed the scripture on their armour.

 

I'll be following this thread for sure :tu:

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About that ship painting: The original painting is sold, but you can buy prints and stuff at my Society6 page here: 
http://society6.com/andreasuneby/the-thanatos-at-anchor-near-the-adriatic-clouds#1=45

Oh, and I'm also on DeviantArt: http://andreasuneby.deviantart.com/

And here's my graphic design stuff: http://andreasuneby.com

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Iron Hands Fanatic - Huge thanks mate!

Koriel - Thank you! The script is really just light grey in thin wobbly lines. Easy as pie!

Yogi and A Kvlt Ghost - Thanks you and see above!


On another note, I've ordered myself a MkIII Command Set to use as Sergeant and a Banner Bearer for my budding command squad.

Cheers,
BTB

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Repurposed the old Sergeant to a Tactical Marine as I recently beheaded him to use the helmet for my Iron Hands Centurion, and now I've got the MkIII command set incoming to take care of the squad's leadership issues. Also slightly modified a tacital marine I had put together a couple months that I never was happy with, feels a lot better now.

 

http://i.imgur.com/vxBMy30.jpg

 

Cheers,

BTB

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Necromancy ahoy!

 

The painting urge came back at long last.

 

Remade the banner on the Contemptor:

 


 

 

And finished painting the most recent Legionnaire made from the old Sergeant:

 


 

 

Astartes Legionnaire Etanas Arvil, Tarbal Tactical Squad

 

49th Assault Company, Chapter of the Radiant Qliphoth, Legio XVII Word Bearers

 

"I am the bleeding wound for which the angels weep"

 

A silent companion if there ever was one, Etanas hailed from the clergy of Colchis, the son of a deeply spiritual family in service to the eight-fold path in one of the lesser towns close to the equatorial wastelands. During his short life on Colchis before induction into the Legion, Etanas was an unnerving presence to anybody in his vicinity, and this aura persisted beyond his transformation into an Astartes. Quiet, reserved, and almost shunned by his brethren, his devotion is nevertheless recognised and many believe - and fear, perhaps - that he is destined for greater glory in service to the Gods. Where Etanas Arvil walks, the skeins of reality wax thin.

 

 

And finally, a group shot, although nothing much has happened in a long time. This photo has the benefit of being very close to the true colors of the models though:

 


 

 

Cheers,

BTB

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Thank you Stone Sentinels! Glad you like them!
 

Changes in the command structure again. The old version of Anatavar Xol is back, with a shiny new sword, banner, and some new paint. The old-new version will be demoted to Command Squad duty or sergeancy of a Veteran Squad, depending on how things turn out.
 
 
Next up is the sergeant of the Tactical Squad and two more marines.
 
Cheers,
BTB
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