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INSPIRATIONAL FRIDAY - Let us be inspired!

 

Blessed be thy touch oh Princess of Darkness, my muse, my inspiration! Come to me in my dreams, come to me as my pen scratches the paper, as my fingers touch the cord of my lute. Come to me blessed maiden of excess, glorious Slaa'nhet, for without you I am noting, lost adrift in the currents of my dreams, weary of the uneventful, tired of the mundane. Come to me oh lady of excess, inspire me and let us be inspired together!

 

- extract form the Canticle of Woe, heretical text, The Burning of Alastros IV, 373.M39

 

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Greetings fellow heretics, lunatics and traitors, greetings and welcome to Inspirational Friday. What is this column you ask, what is this new sorcery, this new heresy?

 

For those who have been sleeping under a rock, battling loyalists on some remote planet or wandering the manifold dimensions of the Empyrean, Inspirational Friday is a weekly column in the Chaos forum dedicated to the glory and fluffiness of Chaos. 

 

In this weekly event we gather together and explore the many interpretations of Chaos, of the Traitor Legions, of the countless warbands and denizens of the Warp, in short we seek together the truth behind Chaos and share it with our fellow heretics. 

 

The past year Inspirational Friday was a great opportunity for many members of the board to express themselves and present their view of Chaos. You can find their contributions as well as their ideas in the "Resources" thread. I invite you to read them despite the peril to your immortal souls, they really are that good!

 

This year Inspirational Friday will be following in the wake of various events on the Chaos boards and we will once again explore the background, the fiction and the glory of Chaos. As it is custom you will be presented with a weekly topic but the difference with the past year is that not only your soul and blood is demanded, or the scratching of your cursed autoquills but you are invited to present also pictures based upon the weekly theme, link topics which are related and display things which have inspired you or you feel adequate for the topic discussed. 

 

Inspirational Friday has the aim to be much more atmospheric, more inspiring thus you are all invited to present your contributions and share in the glory of Chaos with your brethren. The column will still place an emphasis to the fanfiction and the background but along with this we will also give the Inspirational Friday award to the pictures we consider inspiring and thematic, be it renditions in art or exquisitely painted models, anything really which inspires us to heights of heresy.

 

Said so I hope you will enjoy the new Inspirational Friday topics and I am looking forward your contributions to heresy and damnation.

 

Let us be inspired!

 

 

Tenebris 


Edited by Tenebris, 19 June 2015 - 08:46 AM.

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CURRENT WEEK:

 

- Inspirational Friday - 19/06/2015 - Chaos Skirmish - Tactical Squads

 

PREVIOUS WEEKS

 

- Inspirational Friday - 16/01/2015 - Chaos Warship

 

- Inspirational Friday - 23/01/2015 - Interview with a Chaos Lord

 

- Inspirational Friday - 30/01/2015 - Interview with a Chaos Sorcerer

 

- Inspirational Friday - 06/02/2015 - Chaos Space Marines "Bolter"

 

- Inspirational Friday - 13/02/2015 - Chaos Assassin

 

- Inspirational Friday - 20/02/2015 - Chaos Recon Observation - Protocol 72-B

 

- Inspirational Friday - 27/02/2015 - Betrayal!

 

- Inspirational Friday - 06/03/2015 - Chaos Sword

 

- Inspirational Friday - 13/03/2015 - Chaos Spawn

 

- Inspirational Friday - 20/03/2015 - Champion of Khorne

 

- Inspirational Friday - 27/03/2015 - Chaos Heraldry

 

- Inspirational Friday - 03/04/2015 - Equerry 

 

- Inspirational Friday - 10/04/2015 -  Chaos Tome

 

- Inspirational Friday - 17/04/2015 - Chaos Crossover

 

- Inspirational Friday - 24/04/2014 - Dark Mechanicus

 

- Inspirational Friday - 01/05/2015 - Daemon Forge

 

- Inspirational Friday - 08/05/2015 - Battles of the Space Marines

 

- Inspirational Friday - 15/05/2015 - Cult Leader

 

- Inspirational Friday - 22/05/2015 - Familiar

 

- Inspirational Friday - 29/05/2015 - Nemesis

 

- Inspirational Friday - 05/06/2015 - Ruination

 

- Inspirational Friday - 12/06/2015 - Chaos Sidekick

 

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Edited by Tenebris, 19 June 2015 - 08:46 AM.

There is only the Truth. I do not know what it is, but I do believe in it!

Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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Greetings in this first iteration of the weekly column Inspirational Friday in 2015. A new year is here and I can already hear the altered cherubs singing hymns to the Dark Gods as hundreds of flayed serfs write the chronicles of the many warlords of the legions and their exploits in the Long War. Are you one of those warlords or are you a far more sinister figure to regale us with tales of damnation and heresy. Matters not, for your kin demands to be inspired, so you better begin speaking lest I will have your soul as a refreshment for my "guests".

 

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Inspirational Friday - 16/01/2015 - Chaos Warship

 

What is the most important thing for a Chaos warband? Is it its lord, is it its warriors, or is it its undying legions of cultists and daemons? None of those, for what good is a warlord who cannot wage war at his whim, what good are warriors who cannot sail the Sea of Souls to battle the true foe? What good are legions of daemons and scum if they are stranded upon an icy rock, lost somewhere in the Realm of the Eye?

 

The truth, my fellow heretics, is that a warband needs a chariot and a steed, it needs a barge to sail the stars, to bring hatred and purpose to the remote worlds in our galaxy, a warband needs a warship and it is often the most prized relic for a warrior of Chaos. True, there "are" other means to travel across space and time but the will of the Dark Gods will get you only so far. Not in their fits of fancy you should trust but place your trust into a hull of adamantium, into the guns crewed by the mutant herds and into the roar of the Warp engines, in this you should trust, on this you should rely to bring war and a reckoning across the stars. 

 

As you have guessed this week we will write about Chaos warships. I want you to write about this mighty galleons of the stars, about this vessels filled with heretical souls, about this "chariots of the gods" and what they mean to you and your warband. Warhammer 40k history is filled with awe inspiring names, like Vengeful Spirit, The Furious Abyss, The Conqueror, those and many more which denote ships which have plied the trails between the stars and dimensions, voidfaring fortresses which have seen the doom of countless planet. 

 

For this week's Inspirational Friday I want you to express your ideas about the mighty fleets of Chaos, about the ships your warband uses, about the battles in the void your crews have fought. A ship is much much more than just a transport. It is usually a town in space, a fortress for your warband, perhaps even its only refuge or its sole link to their legion or chapter of old. A space ship is an ecosystem on its own, with thousands upon thousands of souls serving aboard this mighty bastions. In time entire cultures and cults spring in the bowels of a warship, battles are fought between decks, the crew becomes an entity on itself, with its own legends, myths, dreams and glories. 

 

If a Chaos warship is the barque of an astartes force then imagine the relationships between the two elements of the warbands. How do those two souls of a warband convive, which rituals they share, which rules they abide. I want you not only to write about your warship or your fleet but also about the groups of mortals and immortal denizens that share their lives in what is a symbiotic relationship between mortals, demigods, daemons and the machine, all required in equal terms to allow a ship to sail the stars and do the work of the Dark Gods. 

 

Not only that but I want you to explore the notion of the "machine spirit" of your mighty warships. Such a spirit is colossal in nature even on a small frigate class ship. It is an entity on its own, primal, powerful, demanding. Imagine the cults which worship the "ship", the Dark Mechanicus adepts and the hereteks which commune with it, the will which drives it. In time every "machine spirit" came to embrace certain quirks, to express and act as a mortal would albeit with the cold fury of an "abominable intelligence" speaking through its batteries of macrocannons, venting its wrath in surges of speed or daring, overriding the pitiful wills of its mortal crew. Explore this core concept of a Warhammer 40k Chaos warship, explore its quirks or write about its corruption and damnation.

 

In short explore the many facets of a Chaos warship. Write about its creation, its employment by the warband, about the society on board or the soul of its machine spirit. If you are not the writing type of heretic, seek out important links, show us renditions of art or present us with the pictures of your Battlefleet Gothic ships. I think a Chaos warship is a cardinal thing for every Chaos warband and I think it is proper that we pay tribute to this most important aspect of our faction's background.

 

Let us be inspired!

 

Tenebris


Edited by Tenebris, 21 January 2015 - 03:11 PM.

There is only the Truth. I do not know what it is, but I do believe in it!

Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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- Fantasy Flight Games - Chaos Fleet

 

"My, my, she's a beauty. The hull black as a sin, Avernus IV macrocannon batteries, Sig Petrov lances, Dreadclaw racks by the hundreds and a full complement of the Juroshi Heltalon clans. I pity the poor bastards upon whom will fall the honor to bloody this beauty. The touch of the Dark Gods will surely follow where the Betrayed Maiden will sail, mark my words."

- shipwright Fruzan Detrunal of the Baluroni Factorum Guild


Edited by Tenebris, 18 January 2015 - 10:53 AM.

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And so begins the 2015 IF :tu:

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Huzzah! Love the format (well, I've suggested it for long enough haha) - and really think this'll be a trove of inspiration.

 

That photo alone makes me want to paint my BFG fleet...


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Well, looks like when I get home I'll be writing some ideas down for my fleet. Are there any resources for ship names? I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds naming things difficult.
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Well, looks like when I get home I'll be writing some ideas down for my fleet. Are there any resources for ship names? I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds naming things difficult.
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I commensurate with you on this. You don't want a name to sound to commonplace, but at the same time you don't want it to be ridiculous either.

Lexicanum has a pretty wide selection of ship names and classes. Google translate is an easy tool for making a name sound like High Gothic, just pick a Romance language.

Also, what are the site rules for using GW artwork? Can I use a picture from the Battle Fleet Gothic Books? I checked the rules page and was unable to find this out.

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I think that we have often enough shared art found on the net that this is not much as a fuss. The only request I have is that if the frater knows the original publication where the art appeared or the name of its author those should be affixed below the picture. 

 

Said that I want to see the mighty fleets of Chaos taking to the stars! I want to hear the screeching of your autoquills. 


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Bitter Revenge



You are the Elect. You will lead men and women in battle. You will sail the stars and the Aether in between them. You will make worlds tremble. You will serve amongst demigods, gods of war. You are the Elect. You have been chosen to become officers aboard Lord Carrack's flag ship, The Bitter Revenge. You most assuredly, do not deserve this honor.

Perhaps you were born into this class. Perhaps you attended the academy at Howler's Charn. Maybe you were rewarded this opportunity by an officer or one of the great Legionaries. Maybe you bribed your way out of the lower decks with stolen coin. It matters not, learn your occupation or be cast out of the Elect. While your days are spent training with your mentors, your nights will be spent studying the knowledge required of your class, starting with this treatise on the organism of the warship you will live and die upon. Sleep when you can at your own peril.

The Anatomy of Revenge

The ship, the skeleton. The Bitter Revenge started out as a Retaliator Class Grand Cruiser constructed at some forgotten forge world of the Corpse God's lackeys in the 35th millenium. Numerous reconstructions, refittings, and customizations over the centuries have left Bitter Revenge with little in common with other ships of the same class.

The Bitter Revenge is best characterized as a lance strike ship. She is a sniper not a knife fighter. She relies on getting into a good position and taking apart enemies at range. The ship's broadsides have been removed in order to upgrade the engines and dorsal and prow lances. Bitter Revenge relies on her squadron of cruisers and escorts to protect her flanks in close range fights. Of course she is a Black Legion warship, so her greatest weapon is the Astartes aboard her, and they are quick to take to the boarding torpedoes and dreadclaws to come to grips with the enemy.

The Crew, life blood of the ship. Over 90,000 souls toil away aboard the Bitter Revenge. Most are unskilled labor, mutant rabble that lift and push or pull chains and shovel waste at your orders. The rabble form short lived factions, cults, and gangs for protection from their fellows, as well as from the unspeakable horrors that pierce the geller fields in the midst of the raging warp. These factions are frequently in conflict over choice assignments, living quarters, and other resources. Do not be surprised if your work crew shows up with an entire new cast than the previous shift. Such is life in the under decks.

Black Spark Technomancers, the dark heart of the ship. These are the Dark Mechanicus cult that worships and attends the engines and generatorums of the vessel. They control the power of the ship. The vessel will not move, fire, or even allow breath to be drawn without their say. That being said, only rarely have they refused request from the Elect in the running of the ship. Just be aware that their good graces must be maintained, so keep the tribute flowing.

Techna-Drones, the immune system of Bitter Revenge. This is a loose confederation of the tech adepts that maintain all other aspects of the ship. They are vital in keeping Lord Carrack's Flagship operating. When a macro cannon shell breaches your deck, the Techna-Drones will be leading the damage control party in order to get you back on line. Make alliances with the Techna-Drones that you will regularly work with, while maintaining leverage over others is a wise policy for an Elect.

Lord Carrack and the bridge officers, the head of the ship. This is where your commands originate from. Fail to execute them and you are ultimately failing Lord Carrack, not a wise choice for one with a mortal soul. The previous commander, Lord Huma, favored intricately laid traps, often involving a carefully turned traitor in the enemy's midst. Lord Carrack studied void warfare under Lord Huma and implements many of the same stratagems, but differs from the previous lord in two ways. First, Lord Carrack adheres to the Black Legion doctrine of applying overwhelming force to the critical point in the enemies defense much more closely than his predecessor. Secondly, the call of the Blood God rings ever in the ears of our lord, and he is never satisfied with a victory unless his axe is reddened with the blood of the Imperium.

The machine-spirit of the Bitter Revenge, soul of the ship. The machine spirit of our vessel is caustic and bitter. It is like ashes on your tongue. It is an imperial ship of a less than illustrious line, for which it is bitter. It was allowed to be captured by traitor marines, for which it is bitter. No attempts were ever made to reclaim it for the imperium, for which it is bitter. Warp-tainted Xenos were used to subvert its will, for which it is bitter. It was purchased by the Black Maw warband like a common commodity, like nothing more than a draw of flour bought by a matron to feed her illegitimate brats, for which it is bitter. Know that this bitterness will make those who must commune with the soul of the ship hesitant to do so. When you must get the navigator to guide the ship, or a Techna-Drone to plumb the subconscious data cores, you are asking them to open themselves to an immensely powerful spirit of pure spite. Do so sparingly and with abundant recompense.
In many ways the Bitter Revenge is an organism, it has aged, grown, hurt, and healed. She has her own soul and desires. It would be wise of you to treat her as such. The galaxy will burn in her wake.



Note: sorry about the lack of images I am without computer access this week and can not figure it out with my so called smart phone. I would banish the thing to the warp if I could. (Then regret it 5 minutes later)

Edited by Carrack, 19 January 2015 - 08:02 PM.


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Just a little something I had fun doing.

 

 

 

973.M30   The Tyrrhese, commissioned by Martian decree in conjunction with their fruitful alliance with the III Legion, is completed. The mighty war vessel is assigned to the Emperor’s Children Legion, 27th Millennial. Lord Commander Achlectur Priumne makes the superior vessel his flagship. The mortal captain Karel Saeros is outraged at this treatment of the former flagship, Trasena.

 

 

014.M31   The Tyrrhese adds to the Warmaster’s terrible fleet as part of the rearguard, fighting a constant war in the outer system against Terran defenses and reinforcements. The 27th Millennial makes a name for itself, rendering many enemy vessels frozen in the void after terrible boarding onslaughts. Tyrrhese beats Trasena in number of kills, though Trasena’s captain disputes many of them.

 

 

017.M31   Both Tyrrhese and Trasena are finally forced from the Imperium and into the Eye. In order to appease his great ship, Lord Commander Priumne unleashes exterminatus-grade ordinance on four Imperial worlds while in flight.

 

 

439.M32   Tensions reach a crescendo between the 27th Millennial and what is left of the Emperor’s Children Legion. Achlectur Priumne releases his men from the Legion and relinquishes his title, becoming warlord of the Highborn. Trasena is captured by the Iron Warriors, and will remain with them for seventy more years.

 

 

291.M33   Tyrrhese pulls anchor over a frozen world emitting signals of xenos origin, millennia old. The Highborn are unable to contain themselves in their fervor to reach planetside. Tyrrhese remains in orbit for three years until contact is made once more with the Highborn. Fully staffed before, a bare third of the mortal crew survived. Though provisions were plenty, the few who had access were the first to fall victims to the power plays in the absence of the Highborn. Trasena had refused to ration to the Tyrrhese.

 

 

332.M33   The frozen citadels were constructed. Unreliable cartographical data gave the world the name Hyberna. Tyrrhese’s database lists it as Cel. The planet becomes the Highborn’s primary port of call. Trasena comes under the command of Achsantre Aivas, sole surviving former Captain of the long-dead 27th Millennial. The flesh-infused command console is washed in hated flame, erasing what is left of Karel Saeros. The two ships’ depleting reservoirs are refilled with water from the world below.

 

 

541.M34   After bitterly waging war over the Erinn Sector since the early 200’s, the Emerald Tigers Chapter finally brings the Highborn to task. Chapter Master Conn Eremon slays Chaos Lord Achlectur Priumne. Achsantre Aivas takes command of the Highborn, transitioning to the Tyrrhese as the warband is forcibly removed from the Imperium once more.

 

 

325.M35  The Campanians, under the influences of umbrosia, assault the Povalii. War, once begun, would continue for sixteen months. Initiating a pogrom of extinction, many Povalii are massacred where the Campanians invaded. Rallying attacks and crippling espionage saw the Campanian front falter, and finally turn back upon itself. The Povalii are ultimately victorious, and the Campanian people are slain to ensure a lasting defeat. The loss of the Campanians left the guns on decks 12 to 13c silent in the next battle. The Highborn purge the Povalii from the Tyrrhese, forcing the remaining crew to spread itself thin before the next influx of slaves.

 

754.M37   Acting as a vassal warband to the Black Legion, the Highborn do their part in tying up elements of the Segmentum Obscurus’ immense warfleets. Though badly damaged during the attacks, the Legion lord that had gathered the forces of Chaos succeeded in his assault on the Segmentum Fortress, Tudrin. Imperial vessels did not have the Tyrrhese or Trasena in their records, and were classified as the Frigus and the Etrurian.

 

 

651.M38   Trasena opens fire on Tyrrhese, firing a macro-shell that strikes her undefended prow. Many upon Trasena’s bridge are executed for the error, but review of the machinery shows no firing command logged. Investigation on the macro-cannon deck revealed all slaves within long dead, frozen stiff under a thick sheen of grey ice, a common sight since the first touch of Cel. The cavernous room is cleared and more slaves brought in. Reparations to the Tyrrhese reveal potential lasting damage to the vessel’s ‘spine,’ but this knowledge is repressed for fear of punishment over the news.

 

 

865.M40  The vessels of the Highborn shed the sable colors once more, returning again to independence. The alliance proved exceptionally fruitful, as both Tyrrhese and Trasena are nearly fully armed, with plentiful ammunition, a state that they had not been in since they initially split ways with their former Legion.

 

 

921.M41   Allied with the Eyes of Tivan, the Highborn send a revenge-strike against the Erinn Sector and the Emerald Tigers Chapter. Attacking in full force, much of the isolated Pacificus Sector is brought low, the hated Chapter spread too thin to contain the forces of Chaos. The graceful vessels of the Highborn prove too elusive to the neutered Loyalist Astartes ships, and the brutish warship of the Eyes of Tivan proves adequate when the lines do meet.

 

 

948.M41   Tyrrhese and Trasena bombard the planet of Tara, home world to the Emerald Tigers, as the Eyes of Tivan and the Highborn massacre across its globe. Unexpectedly, a large contingent of their First Company arrives in-system, immediately boarding Tyrrhese. With many of the Highborn planetside, the Emerald Tiger veterans are able to wreak much havoc aboard the ancient vessel, though her war spirit did much to defend herself. Sabotage and heavy explosives nonetheless did their work, and 728 years after her first commission, the Tyrrhese is destroyed. With the Highborn’s greatest ship broken in two, and Brute Tyrke, Chaos Lord of the Eyes of Tivan, crumpled at the feet of an Emerald Tiger Contemptor, the forces of Chaos retreat. Trasena survives, now the sole vessel of the Highborn. The fate of Achsantre Aivas is unknown.

 

 

 

999.M41   The 13th Black Crusade begins. A ship matching ancient records as the Etrurian is seen among the Black Legion’s great fleet.


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Black Legion Warship - "The Weeping Daughter" - "Filia Lamentis" 

 

Class: Devastation-Class Cruiser

Dimensions: Approximately 5 km long, 0,8 km abeam

Mass: Approximately 28,5 Mega-tonnes

Crew: Approximately 80.000

Acceleration: 2.4 Gravities Maximum acceleration

Weapon Systems: Averno-Class Macrocannons, Firali-Petrov Lances, Dreadclaws, Fighter Wings

 

Built in M36.743 (approximately) by the Tech-Clave Hephaestus Tertius, Dark Mechanicus

 

Cosigned to the Black Fleet, The Pride of the Warmaster in M36.756

 

 

The story of the "Weeping Daughter" begins with a weeping man, a weeping astartes. The space marine did not weep tears of pain but he wept tears of joy as at long last he was reunited with this true brothers of the legion he so faithfully served for centuries. Let none say that the Warmaster does not reward those who serve faithfully the Black Legion for he ordered the concalve on Hephaestus to build him a fleet worthy of his legion, a Black Fleet. Among this new chariots of the gods was the Filia Lamentis, a true daughter of the Kingdom of the Eye, and she was told to weep, to weep tears of metal and fire, to weep the souls of those loyal to the Warmaster.

 

A Devastation-Class Cruiser is a rare sight among the fleets of Chaos. Rare is the warlord who has the patience to orchestrate intricate dances of lance and torpedo, rarer still the one who is willing to forgo the glory due in order to support the Black Fleet with fighter craft and landing barges. Let none say that the Weeping Daughter is a vessel not deserving glory, for when her eyes open, tears rain down on the planets desired by the Warmaster.

 

The Filia Lamentis was given to a former Epistolary of the Sons of Horus legion, a true believer in the old ways but also a calm voice in the council of the Black Legion host. In his infinite wisdom the Warmaster entrusted this mighty vessel to the one who does not crave glory, to one of those "rare" officers of old who are willing to stay their hand, to bait their time and to act when the time for waiting is over. 

 

To those who understand the vision of the Warmaster, they too understand the existence of such deadly vessels such as the Weeping Daughter. Said to glide toward the planet soon to be conquered, or following in the rear of the Black Fleet, the carrier duty of the Filia Lamentis is to be fulfilled when the last shot is fired and when the fury in the void is spent. Then and only then her cavernous holds open, swarms of fighter craft fly from here, entire Heltalon clans, all eager for the blood to spill, all eager to grant their mistress glory at last.

 

As shoals of fighters dance their dance of death the true purpose of the Weeping Daughter is revealed. Barging its way across the debris left from the enemy fleet, the Weeping Daughter closes with its victims and as soon as they are in sight, the daughter shows her claws. Full complements of Dreadclaw Drop Pods rain down toward the besieged planet, or claw their way into the hulls of the enemy ships. As they descend the claws unfold and the poison is released in the bloodstream of the enemy.

 

Squads of astartes reveal themselves to the enemy as their Dreadclaw steeds rise once again toward the sky, hordes of mortals rage forward from the landing barges and the dreaded machines of the legions of old move with contempt from their slave ships. The poison is released, and what was to be a battle of cannon and lance soon is revealed to be the cherished Speartip. An assault of shocking proportions which leaves the enemies of the Warmaster reeling, weakened, shattered.

 

As the centuries turned into millennia the Weeping Daughter proved to be a loyal maiden. She fought in the Battle of Medusa and now she is shattering worlds in the Cadian sector. Wherever her shadow appeared in the sky, death followed, and with death the Dark Gods are appeased. 

 

Her machine spirit is a cantankerous one. Like one of the "donnas" of the ancient Terran nobility, she is hard to agree with. Always battling for her right to be at the fore, smiting the enemies of the Warmaster like a base ship of the line, thirsty for glory, thirsty for success. The Weeping Daughter knows the role intended for her, but she resents, and her resent in shown by the sheer belligerence she demonstrates when she is given the right to speak. Woe befalls those arrogant enough to think their mistress a warrior maiden, easily appeased, easily content with the blood spilled. Nay, the Weeping Daughter is a true daughter of the Eye and only those willing to wreak sheer havoc among the enemy, only those willing to be her claws, have an use for her, the others,... the others are shed as her tears.

 

In the turning of centuries the Weeping Daughter lured many brave warriors to her bosom. Heltalon clans fight for glory to be the first to fly, to wet their claws upon the enemy. Entire communities of warriors share the landing barges, protecting them as a noble would do with his mansion, fighting for the ownership of a drop ship. Only those clans deserving a drop ship are allowed to descend upon the foe, to feast on the enemy's flesh, to fill the holds of their mansion with the treasure fit for conquerors. The Black Legion encourages the crew to fight for the right to be the first in the fray and for this the claws of the Weeping Daughter are sharp indeed.

 

As for the true lords of the Weeping Daughter, the sons of the Warmaster, they do inhabit the most vast and spacious of the upper decks. Here the warriors enjoy themselves in the many harems, train their deadly skills in cruel pits or study in one of the many libraries. Served by helots and guarded by eunuchs, cherished by choirs of castrati and healed in the white halls of the chirumeks, here the warriors of the legion want for nothing and the right to be one of the chosen is worth a hundred deaths in the arenas of the lower decks. 

 

Yet the heart of the Weeping Daughter is not a bright thing. Deep in the shadow of the many engines and systems lies the Warp drive and around it the Dark Mechanicus holds sole domain. They venerate their mistress, offer her daily sacrifices and give themselves to her in order to satiate her voracious appetite for the fleeting neural impulses of the mortals. On this decks a true bastion of industry resides. Dark machines stalk the corridors, hundreds of servitors drone around and the crimson priests prey on the foolish or the brave to practice the many infamous rituals of the machine. It is here, in this dark heart, that the mighty machines of the legion rest. Helbrutes stay dormant, each in a separate alcove, tended, worshiped and appeased by the mortals that flock into their shadow. This mighty engines of flesh and metal share their space with the many tanks and vehicles employed by the Black Legion and it is said that from time to time the belligerent machine spirits rise from their slumber and vent their anger at the mortals who dared to chain them to the deck. Still, only the most venerable and deserving warriors are allowed to stride in this mighty holds and rare is the one who dares to anger the priests of the machine, yet even so the sound of toil echoes as the beating heart of the Weeping Daughter, a metronome, a hourglass in the hands of the crimson priesthood. 

 

A notable feature of the Weeping Daughter is the observation deck. A vast orrery denotes this place, a serene haven for those studying the mysteries of the Warp. Here among ancient telescopes, astrolabes and wondrous astrological charts, the conclave of Sorcerers plies its trade. Sending their voices across the Warp, dreaming of their brothers, of their efforts of war, of the will of the Warmaster. Bonded guilds of witches and covens of scryers serve their lords as a choir of voices and it is said that the Weeping Daughter does not resent their chanting, for it is said to soothe her dire spirit.

 

The central nave of the warship is the true marvel of the Weeping Daughter. The nave is a deck completely offered to the service of the legion and its dark patrons. Between pillars of crimson veined marble and murals of battles past, the relics of the warband are proudly displayed. Banners and papers of oaths, ancient archeo-blades vie for glory with elaborate suits of power armor, tomes of sorcery contend with the many scrolls penned by the Warmaster himself. It is in this nave that the warband meets and all mortal souls on the ship are demanded to attend to the many ceremonies. 

 

Among censers of brimstone and candles made from human fat a song rises from the main shrine aboard the Weeping Daughter. Spreading across a dozen decks, from the heart of the Warp engine to the towering Navigator spire, the cathedral stands and hymns to the Dark Gods are chanted here. Despite the cries of the sacrificed ones and the whispers of the Neverborn the cathedral is the most wondrous place on the ship. Towering statues of the Dreaded Four adorn the many plinths, among them the depictions of the many marquises of the Warp vie for prestige beneath the stern visage of their gods. Here, among the legends and myths the Dark Apostle leads the rituals deserving of such a maiden as the Weeping Daughter. Many cults aboard the ship come here to pray or to participate in the many orgies, or to listen to the sermons of the dark priesthood. Altered cherubs dance and play between the towering arches of the cathedral and from time to time denizens of the Warp are asked to grace the faithful with their boons and blessings.

 

And so the Weeping Daughter sailed across the real and the unreal for centuries, or for days, or for hours, matters not. She is a true ship of the Eye, her very essence infused with the will of the Black Legion, her noble countenance cast in dark adamantium and blessed by the deaths of thousands. The Weeping Daughter fought, and suffered, and won, and lost, across the many epochs of her service but she never faltered in her allegiance to the Warmaster, the very being whose words gave her life and allowed her to feel the touch of the aether and wet her claws in the flesh of the weak, the strong and the undeserving. 

 

Truly is the Weeping Daughter a daughter of the Eye. 


Edited by Tenebris, 21 January 2015 - 10:14 PM.

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Greetings and welcome to Inspirational Friday. The past week we explored the warships of Chaos and I must say that the winner is Conn Eremon and his depiction of events which led to the legend of The Tyrrhese and the Trasena. Two mighty ships which have fought in the void for thousands of years. I especially liked the format of the post and I think I will shamelessly steal your idea hehe. 

 

Congratulations Conn Eremon. Here is your reward:

 

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Inspirational Friday - 23/01/2015 - Interview with a Chaos Lord

 

Indeed, we kick in this Inspirational Friday with an interview. A lowly chronicler will ask your Lord ten questions with the intention to write them down in the archive of your warband. To enshrine the deeds of glory and deceit which allowed your commander to ascend to the rank of Lord of Chaos.

 

Gr...gr...greetings m..master. I am thankful that you graced my humble scriptorium with your presence. I know that your highness is occupied with the efforts of running the warband but please, just a few questions so that my scribes can write down for posterity your legendary deeds.

 

F...first one, m..my lord. Where does your legend begin. Of which legion of old or mighty chapter did you bear the colors in battle and what was your calling in those ancient days?

 

Se...sec...second question lord. How have you managed to gather such a mighty warband such as ours and which is your favorite way to use your warriors? 

 

Third qu..question. Do you worship the Dreaded Four or your soul answers to only a single god of darkness, or are you not concerned with them at all?

 

Fourth question. Which is your greatest deed to date?

 

Fifth question. Which is your favorite method of war and why, on ground, in the void?

 

S...sixth q...question. What is the vision you have for our warband, where it will lead us?

 

Seventh question. Do you still entertain contacts with your former brothers or do you seek new allies? What do you think of the Warmaster?

 

Eight question. Where is your place in the Long War?

 

Ninth question. Which are your favorite weapons and armor? I understand that our warband is rich in relics and plunder, so which artifacts of old are your favorite my lord?

 

Tenth question and last. What do you think of the denizens of the Warp, the Neverborn, the Daemonkin?

 

 

P...please don't kill me. I beg of you my lord. I am just a mere chronicler. But your deeds... your deeds are legendary my lord, they need to be written down. 

 

 

Let us be inspired!


Edited by Tenebris, 23 January 2015 - 11:10 AM.

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Are we permitted to change some of the questions?



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Not only permitted but also expected tongue.png and do feel free to add your own questions too. 


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Congradulaions Conn. I especially liked the part of your story where the one ship's malevolent spirit blasted the other ship. That was cool.

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Greetings and welcome to Inspirational Friday. The past week we explored the warships of Chaos and I must say that the winner is Conn Eremon and his depiction of events which led to the legend of The Tyrrhese and the Trasena. Two mighty ships which have fought in the void for thousands of years. I especially liked the format of the post and I think I will shamelessly steal your idea hehe. 

 

Congratulations Conn Eremon. Here is your reward:

 

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Congradulaions Conn. I especially liked the part of your story where the one ship's malevolent spirit blasted the other ship. That was cool.

 

 

Thanks to both of you for your compliments. I'm glad it was well received. ^_^


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The following entry for Inspirational Friday 23Jan15: Interview With A Chaos Lord, is very long. I have put it into a spoiler box so that it doesn't explode your screen if you don't want to look at it.

 

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I hope you enjoy it.


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Revelations to Jodi 1-3

1. Upon the Promontory Rock

A thunderous wave crashed off the promontory rock, sending salty spray 20 meters into the air, and sea foam rushing over the legs of both myself and the subject of my interview, Lord Carrack, Slayer of Multitudes. The giant Chaos Lord was unmoved and unperturbed by the raw power of the sea and continued staring out into the grey horizon with his helm clutched in the crook of his left arm. His axe haft rested on his other shoulder held by the grip with his right gauntlet, at rest, yet not stowed. The natural violence of the sea did not, however, leave me unmoved. The rushing surf swept my boots off the algae slick rock with the incoming rush. The armor weave in my leggings was reinforced with a synthetic padding in the knee, likely the only thing keeping my knee from shattering. Worse yet, as the wave rescinded it threatened to take me with it back to sea to undoubtably be crashed on the rocks with the following waves. Still, I was able to scramble to my feet and sprint to the shelter of a jutting protrusion near my lord before the next wave tried its best to kill me and destroy this rock that had the audacity to interrupt the shoreline and reach into the sea. I crouched near the mighty Lord Carrack clutching the protrusion with both hands, drenched to the bone, salt water and wind messing my hair and composure alike. I fear I resembled a wet rat, more than a Disciple of Lavam.

After a long pause, I am sure orchestrated to demonstrate the gross inequality between he and I, the Doom of Kasr Woolten, Lord Carrack, spoke to me in a voice that was not shouting, but easily carried over the violent sea, "Who are you and why do you trouble me while I reflect on our latest victory? I knew he already knew the answers to his questions, but was allowing me permission to start speaking with a more easy response than some of the questions he knew I would ask, in order for me to regain some of my dignity. I took a deep breath and answered,"I am Jodi, Disciple of your Dark Apostle Lavam. I have been sent here to ask of you questions that our Discipleship can pen into tracks and hymns that will be used to enforce your will on this new land and lay the foundations that will both ensure the loyalty of your newly conquered slaves and separate them from the false devotions of the cursed Imperial creed."

For the first time in my twenty three years of life Lord Carrack, a demigod of war, a leader of a Black Legion Warband, my ultimate Liege Lord, looked me in the eye. It was not a pleasant experience. The power of the sea was a pale reflection of the power in his eyes. The bleak gray endless horizon was a shadow of the bleak grayness in his eyes. He said to me, "Lavam occasionally does gestures like this interview in order to prove his loyalty to me and to tell me he has no designs on instigating a revolt on my authority. I think this gesture is genuine, for the moment, and will proceed. If my instincts tell me otherwise, I will send him a message with your skull,". He said this without any malice, or threatening tone, merely a statement of fact. "Very well, you may proceed."

I began with a carefully rehearsed preamble telling him I, of such insignificance was apprehensive about asking questions of such an imposing Lord, when he immediately cut me off, "I know you are fearful, I hear your heart beating at a rate consistent with a fleeing guardsmen. You are shivering more than what the cold water would cause. Your pupils have expanded similar to a prey animal about to take flight. All of this in spite of the sedative smoke that lingers ever so slightly in your wet cloak and hair. Skip the pleasantries and ask your questions."

Lord Carrack acknowledging my fears only seemed to amplify them, but I pressed on, "Of which legion of old or mighty chapter did you bear the colors in battle and what was your calling in those ancient days?" He stared at me for another moment raising my anxiety further and said, "Originally I was a Legionnaire in the Luna Wolves, you most likely have not heard of them, but that was the original name of the XVI Legion at the early and middle stages of the Great Crusade. I started out as a regular Legionnaire, but was quickly field promoted to squad Sergeant following the loss of our Sergeant to a green skin's claw."

2. Under the Gloom Tree


]With the first and easiest question answered, the dreaded Lord Carrack spun on his heel and walked back to the beach, sweeping me under his great red cloak trimmed with the pelt of a Greater White Bear. I was thankful to be escorted off the treacherous promontory rock, but wary of being in such close proximity to a warrior in grand terminator plate festooned, as it was, with barbed hooks and cruel spikes. I should not have worried, Lord Carrack wore his spiked, bulky terminator plate with as much ease as I would wear a night shift. He walked me up the beach to a makeshift command post underneath a massive tree with gnarled roots extending dozens of meters. A map table sat before an Astartes size campaign chair. To the left an orbit capable vox unit had been erected with its antenna lashed to the side of the tree trunk with vines. Attached to the vox was what could only have been an encryption module. To the right was a runic circle three meters in diameter carved into the stump of a larger tree the circle was bisected with the Eye of Horus painted in blood in the eastern half, and the remains of a bloody, burnt offering in the left. PDF officers decorated the tree, some hanging from their necks, but most dangling from brass hooks or even their own entrails. A scattering of thralls, hunched, malformed, and hideous attended the machines as they were ignored by my lord. A squad of Black Legion Astartes loitered around the command post, weapons ready and casually monitoring both the vox and the circle. As we entered the command post Lord Carrack continued, "I fought for millennium as the champion of my squad. As I did I constantly forged bonds of honor and blood with my peers and others whom could be important to my goals. When my predecessor, Prince Huma, ascended to his current status amongst the Lords of Daemons, he bequeathed the Black Maw to, as he stated, "the strongest". I was among the contenders, and because of my careful politicking, only had to duel one other contender to gain my command of the Black Maw."

I have always been convinced of my own intellectual superiority. I studied the teachings of Lavam harder and longer than the other Disciples. I always won debates with the other Disciples of Lavam. This feeling of superiority came to an abrupt end, when I posited a question to Lord Carrack. I had the audacity to ask, "The illustrious Lavam teaches that all of the Great Four are equal and like the four points of the compass. He teaches that the path to enlightenment may go through a single god like a path may go east or west, or that enlightenment may be reached by going inward and balancing the Great Four as you might balance a compass. It is well known that you, great lord, follow the path of Khorne. How then do you lead a band of warriors who are often traveling a different path than yourself?" He donned his great spiked helm and rebuked me, "Lavam may be your teacher, but he is my servant, do not quote the words of the servant to the master as if the words were wisdom, for the master is greater than the servant." I felt shame at being rebuked, but awe at hearing Lord Carrack speak in the rhythms of the warrior lodges that my teacher spoke of so much.

Lord Carrack leaned over the map table and I could only guess that he was sending and receiving vox messages to his forces through the in built systems in his helm. He did this for several minutes, occasionally glancing at the runic circle as if expecting some response from it. Since I was not expressly dismissed, I decided to continue, "Which is your greatest deed to date? He responded without hesitation, "The conquest of your home world, Hell Holdfast and the founding of Howler's Charn. I certainly have won harder fought personal battles, and won greater victories fighting in the Eye, but Hell Holdfast is a world that is securely in my control in real space. It allows me to strike out at the False Imperium of Man without having to fall back to the warp for succor or supply. The longer I control Hell Holdfast the more it destabilizes the Imperial Sector. Howler's Charn shines like a decadent beacon to the pirates, rebels, and bandits that prey upon the Imperium, and I gain complete fealty, service or substantial tribute from all who make port there."

The stirrings of patriotism strung in my heart at hearing of my Lord's value of the world I called home. I continued, "Wha..What is the vision you have for our warband, where it will lead us?" The next moments were hectic as a lighter burned its way through the atmosphere and came screeching into a low hover by the command post. With unparalleled precision, the squad of Astartes and the grizzly thralls loaded up the command post, map table, campaign chair, vox unit, and even the stump with the runic circle onto the lighter. As almost an afterthought the squad champion, Vinno, I believe, grabbed me roughly by the arm and hauled me into the lighter's bay as well. As he did so he harshly whispered, "We will go to Terra." Lord Carrack witnessing the exchange, nodded approvingly and added, "Soon, but not today."

3. At the Fall of Cantu

I took stock of my new surroundings. I was in a cargo hold with a squad of thousands year-old demigods, Their lord, called Slayer of Multitudes, and a handful of hideous mutant thralls. On the far side of the hold were two iron cages warded with brass symbols and spiteful little bound daemons chained to the corners that would occasionally gleefully lick flames into the cages to the sounds of screams from the occupants. Screams of rage, not pain. Heavy black incense smoke obscured whatever was kept in those cages, for which I was thankful for. I was suddenly aware of how unthreatening I was. I was trapped with killers, mutants, and beasts, with only the blessings of Lavam for protection, that and a sacrificial dagger for what that was worth. I felt like a hen caught in a wolves den. Like a seal pup abandoned on the ice before the Greater White Bear. In spite of my trepidation, I inched closer to the most fearsome being in the hold as he readied his weapons with a level of care for every detail that was subtly amazing, considering the amount of times he must have performed the same ritual. I asked, "Which are your favorite weapons and armor? I understand that our warband is rich in relics and plunder, so which artifacts of old are your favorite my lord?" His reply was a shrug of the great pauldrons of his terminator plate and a blindingly quick flourish of the cruel battle axe he held in his right hand. Before I could ask another question a klaxon sounded it's blaring warning and the lighter descended.

As soon as the loading ramp opened the squad of Black Legionaries deployed in a defensive arc, finding ample cover in the frost covered rocky terrain. The horrid mutant thralls set to work dragging the stump with the runic circle to the ground below and Lord Carrack took calmly took up a position in the center of the hasty defenses. I rushed to his side and humbly knelt in the shadow of his cloak. The lighter remained in a low hover behind us. Off in the distance, facing my lord was a walled town built into the side of a volcanic mountain. Smoke stacks from refineries protruded above the walls. After a short while an Astartes in black armor adorned with skulls, scrolls, and talismans was allowed passage through the lines. He strode to a place a few paces before my lord and dipped both a knee and a force staff in salute. He gestured to the town behind him and said, "Welcome to Cantu my lord." My lord acknowledged the salute and said, "Ghannor, appraise me of the situation." Ghannor complied, "My lord, the defenders of this world, Sanctus Piety, have ascertained your strategy. All of their power plants, save Cantu, have fallen to your assaults, and soon their orbital defenses will be dry of power and bereft of shielding. Cantu, however will keep them supplied for a month or two, a long shot, but perhaps enough time for a rapid relief of their world. In their dire straights, they have reinforced Cantu with all of the air mobile infantry they have left. I believe a company of storm troopers have bolstered Cantu's defenses." Lord Carrack replied, "Very well, spear point attack pattern alpha at my signal, ready your men." Ghannor turned about and trotted off to a rocky point just out of range of the town's defenders to join another squad of Black Legionaries. The squad defending my lord opened up a wide lane and the mutant thralls shuffled back to the lighter and opened up the cages.

The Fall of Cantu took less than an hour. It was enough bloodshed and carnage to fill a warrior's lifetime. I confess that I was overcome with awe from the onset, when the first cage opened up and five masses of mutated flesh, tentacles, and mouths scrambled out and rushed the town. The spawn withstood withering fire as they tore open the gates and charged into the town. This allowed my lord, Ghannor, and the two squads of Black Legionaries to advance into the city as the defenders blasted away at the spawn of chaos. What ultimately sealed the fate of Cantu was the opening of the second cage. Out of the lighter strode a vile amalgam of flesh and machine towering twice as tall as a mighty Astartes. The Helbrute charged into the city firing its multimelta and crushing troopers in its claw screaming +I AM KHARFUS+ the town fell to the onslaught of Astartes, chaos spawn and, helbrute.

As the din of battle died down, Lord Carrack came stalking out of the flames of the dying town dragging some hapless defender by the hair and with the sorcerer Ghannor in his wake. I could hear the sorcerer muttering the phrases of a spell that was making my head swim with fever. My lord flung his captive across the rune carved stump and motioned for me to come closer. As I did he explained, "The spell my sorcerer casts will channel the bloodshed of this towns destruction into this sacrifices heart. With it we will bring forth Daemon Letters of Blood from the warp. They will survive and multiply on the slaughter of this world until either they are defeated, or they exhaust their ties to reality with the deaths of the last of this worlds sentient lives. We will amplify this sacrifice with orbital fire, now free to reign down on this world unimpeded by any defense. Then when we return to this world at the end of our raiding circuit, we will conquer it with ease." The Slayer of Multitudes then grabbed the sacrificial blade from my hip and pressed it into my hand. He told me, "Such a powerful spell of course will be perilous to the caster's soul, this is why I have endured your presence Jodi, now strike the captives heart and slay this world my subject, or I will replace her with you and have another strike your heart." I hesitated. Fortunately he did not notice my faltering for what it was and went on to boast, "This is the nature of the Black Maw's ties to the Daemon. They use us to bring them forth into reality, and we use them as slave soldiers to do our bidding." I did as I was told and struck the captive's heart.

Edited by Carrack, 27 January 2015 - 06:11 AM.


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I liked writing this story. Although I didn't answer all of the questions or come up with any unique questions I felt the action answered some of the questions that were not verbally asked. I liked the format that our Lord-Moderati Tenebris used. I think it fits well with the loose canon of the lore of the setting. Much of which is filled with biased accounts, censured reports, and other apocryphal accounts. Thanks for allowing this creative outlet.

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Gr...gr...greetings m..master. I am thankful that you graced my humble scriptorium with your presence. I know that your highness is occupied with the efforts of running the warband but please, just a few questions so that my scribes can write down for posterity your legendary deeds.

 

F...first one, m..my lord. Where does your legend begin. Of which legion of old or mighty chapter did you bear the colors in battle and what was your calling in those ancient days?

 

My story begins in the ranks of the XVIth Legion. Back than I was merely a legionary of the Luna Wolves and my company acted as a reserve aboard the various battleships of my father's mighty fleet. I and my brothers were called to defend the ships of the Warmaster from boarders, to guide the fleet in combat and when I was accepted into the ranks of the Terminators I acted as part of the strategic reserve when my sire needed warriors for his lauded "Speartip".

 

Se...sec...second question lord. How have you managed to gather such a mighty warband such as ours and which is your favorite way to use your warriors? 

 

I did not gather the warband but it was the warband to find me. Back in the old days I was a chieftain, a lord among warriors and when Abaddon needed someone to command the dreaded Beholders I was "persuaded" to hold the rank. My expertise in void warfare, my seniority in the hermetic lodges as well as my contingent of terminator armored warriors were all the credentials that were needed and it was only a matter of time when the Warmaster would call upon me. 

 

Third qu..question. Do you worship the Dreaded Four or your soul answers to only a single god of darkness, or are you not concerned with them at all?

 

I do observe the rituals of the Four, I was at the head of the Nine Moons Lodge in the old days, the rituals and the will of the Dark Gods is not unknown to me but so far I have not pledged myself to them, yet. But I do use the boons they grant me and to my warriors. It is the wise thing to do, lest my soul be forfeit. 

 

Fourth question. Which is your greatest deed to date?

 

My greatest deed to date is the death of Captain Sal Broln of the Iron Hands. He was a former oathed brother of mine, our companies fought together a number of times and we were close friends. It was with great pleasure that I tore his still beating hearts from his chest upon the blood soaked battlefield of Istvaan V. This deed opened many doors for my ascension in the ranks of my legion as well as it sealed my commitment to the cause of the Sacrificed King. 

 

Fifth question. Which is your favorite method of war and why, on ground, in the void?

 

Let it be know that in the old age I was primary a marine in the truest sense of the term. My duty was to fight in the deadly Zone Mortalis environment of a battleship, to board enemy barges, to fight my way to the key targets of an enemy ship. This is a dire, ruthless way of war and this is the reason why I favor it still, it weeds the weak from the strong, it shows who really is competent and inventive. 

 

I am most at home at the helm of a battleship, dancing the dance of void battle, calculating lance fire, computing the trajectories of the many macrocannon batteries under my command. My expertise lies in ship to ship combat but as a reserve in my legion of old I have participated in all sorts of actions and battle plans. 

 

I am considered a traditionalist, I still do practice the tactics mastered by my legion of old, the Speartip, the Beheading and other forms of shock warfare. I have no stomach for sieges or pitched battles, I am a wolf, I do go for the throat and that is why my warband excels at sudden and highly aggressive raids which behead the enemy command structure and dismantle the enemy lines. 

 

S...sixth q...question. What is the vision you have for our warband, where it will lead us?

 

My vision, I am not entitled to a vision of my own little scribe. I am a soldier of the Warmaster, I am Black Legion. My future holds only war, the Long War. Anything else is considered vainglory, arrogance or betrayal by the Warmaster. We go where Abaddon commands, we kill whom he commands and we destroy what he commands. The Realm of the Eye is a hell spawned by human dreams, it is not the place for a mortal, nor for a sane person, thus our only way to survive and prosper as a species is to shatter the edifice of the Imperium of Man and take the reins of mankind for the good of all. 

 

Seventh question. Do you still entertain contacts with your former brothers or do you seek new allies? What do you think of the Warmaster?

 

I do entertain contacts with my former brothers as well as other warbands under the Black Legion banner. We are a black leviathan, our number is legion, so it is wise to know your worth and the worth of others fighting the Long War. I still go to the meetings of the lodges and communicate with my brothers and cousins, an ally is worth the value in souls while an enemy can be useful too. As for the Warmaster, I owe Abaddon my life, he is my master and I am his warrior. I am not expected to question his orders nor to falter in my line of duty. From the very first moment I have donned the armor of black I am no longer a warrior on my own, I have brothers, cousins, enemies, commanders and warriors, I am a legionary once more and I owe to Abaddon for giving me a purpose once more. 

 

Eight question. Where is your place in the Long War?

 

I am a product of the Long War, I hate the Imperium of Man, I hate that this so called empire is failing in its duty to our species and thus it must fall. I am a mere warrior in the Long War but I am Black Legion too, I AM the Long War. It is the purpose my Warmaster gave to me, it is my destiny and my doom. To us and to many other warbands falls to fight and die to see the Imperium toppled, the order restored, to see mankind ascendant once again. My place is upon the blood soaked battlefield of the Long War, to fight, to die, clad in the black of my legion. 

 

Ninth question. Which are your favorite weapons and armor? I understand that our warband is rich in relics and plunder, so which artifacts of old are your favorite my lord?

 

From the moment I wore for the first time my terminator armor I have made it a call to master it, to make it my second skin and the Warp obliged. As for the weapon, I have my Kai Howler always on my person, hatred is a weapon too and my hatred is pure and unlimited, unbound, eternal. 

 

Tenth question and last. What do you think of the denizens of the Warp, the Neverborn, the Daemonkin?

 

From the moment that my cousins from the XVIIth legion opened my eyes to the mysteries of the Warp I was always curious about this Neverborn, about the children of daemonkind. It was my curiosity as well as my dedication to the lessons of the Word Bearers that has allowed me to rise in the ranks of the Nine Moons lodge. I have seen "warpcraft" restore brothers thought to be lost, I have seen daemons ravage enemy ships as well as reward and curse my warriors. I have never sought the touch or the boon of daemonkind but I do realize that in them lies the key to our victory in the Long War. On the other hand I have my Sorcerers bind daemons into weapons, armor and artifacts. In such forms the daemonkin is useful, can be controlled, and I patronize those willing to embrace this sort of pacts and compacts with the denizens of the Warp. 


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Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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Mine turned out rather long too so I'll Spoiler it.

It links to one of my earlier entries...

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Gr...gr...greetings m..master. I am thankful that you graced my humble scriptorium with your presence. I know that your highness is occupied with the efforts of running the warband but please, just a few questions so that my scribes can write down for posterity your legendary deeds.

 

What shall I inscribe as your name and titles, L..lord?

 

You may refer to me as Master. I neither need nor have any other title.

 

F...first one, m..my lo...Master. Where does your legend begin. Of which legion of old or mighty chapter did you bear the colors in battle and what was your calling in those ancient days?

 

That is not for you to know, worm.

 

Se...sec...second question lord. How have you managed to gather such a mighty warband such as ours and which is your favorite way to use your warriors? 

 

This warband has long been in service to the Architect of Fate. Some three millenia ago I learned from Him in a vision that the Hands of Fate was in need of a new destiny...and leader. Two millenia ago my plans came to fruition. Now the warband follows my visions. As for how I use my warriors, they are my pawns to spend or save as I desire, just as I am in service to the Great Architect.

 

Third qu..question. Do you worship the Dreaded Four or your soul answers to only a single god of darkness, or are you not concerned with them at all?

 

Our warband follows the will of Tzeentch. There is a small cult within dedicated to Slaanesh, but only by the Architect's will. There are also some others who believe themselves independent but also serve Tzeentch.

 

Fourth question. Which is your greatest deed to date?

 

That is difficult to say for while Tzeentch blesses with with visions of what actions to take, their ends are not always so clear. The skeins of fate can be difficult to read, and at their most misleading just when one thinks he grasps the answer. I once personally slew a feral ork tribe that would have prevented the rise of another tribe that would come to launch a waaaagh that engulfed a major forge world in war 500 years later. Using standards of "greatness" better suited to your feeble mind, I suppose the razing of the shrine world Corales and destruction of two companies of loyalists marines and countless Imperial Guard and PDF forces was one of my more impressive deeds since taking the reins of the Hands of Fate.

 

Fifth question. Which is your favorite method of war and why, on ground, in the void?

 

We are most comfortable either with our feet on the ground or, lacking that, in boarding actions against our foe. The screams of anguish and smell of blood on the battlefield satisfy my warriors far more than the sterilenesss of void warfare. That is left to out menials and bound daemons.

 

S...sixth q...question. What is the vision you have for our warband, where it will lead us?

 

Whereever the Architect leads us, to glorious defeat or ruinous victory as it suits Him.

 

Seventh question. Do you still entertain contacts with your former brothers or do you seek new allies? What do you think of the Warmaster?

 

We seek whatever allies are neccessary for our cause. As for the Warmaster, he is a mighty warrior who throws a long shadow over every possibel future. I have the utmost respect for him as one blessed by the gods.

 

Eight question. Where is your place in the Long War?

 

Wherever the Architect leads me.

 

Ninth question. Which are your favorite weapons and armor? I understand that our warband is rich in relics and plunder, so which artifacts of old are your favorite my lord?

 

My favorite weapon is the energies of the immaterium. My armor is of little consequence. I wear the same power armor I always have, although Lord Tzeentch has seen fit to change it to better suit me. We have collected many relics over the millennia. I suppose one of the most interesting is a sword possessed by a great daemon of the Decadent Prince. That one I entrusted to one of my most valued lieutenants and it has spilled much blood for the warband.

 

Tenth question and last. What do you think of the denizens of the Warp, the Neverborn, the Daemonkin?

 

Holy as reflections of the great powers, but lacking the value of those of the Materium who can serve the gods of their free will. They are tools to be used.

 

P...please don't kill me. I beg of you my lord. I am just a mere chronicler. But your deeds... your deeds are legendary my lord, they need to be written down.


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I had not yet read everyone's entries (but will). I have read Warsmith Aznable's and it was outstandingly good.

As a general rule I do not read others' entries until I have submitted my own, lest they cause me to consciously or subconsciously copy. I do feel inspired however to revisit and expand upon some of my entries, perhaps in the fanfic section, at some point in the future.

Thanks for the inspiration, is all I can say :)

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Greetings and welcome back to Inspirational Friday. The past week we have seen several lords of chaos give their accounts in an interview and I have to agree with Kierdale, the winner is hands down Warsmith Aznable who managed to capture the sheer charisma of an astartes and the transhuman dread he inspires in his mortal cohorts. The whole interview is a great piece of fluff and while the others are outstandign too Aznable wins this week. 

 

Step forth Warsmith Aznable and claim your reward!

 

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In all honesty the honorable mention of this week goes to all the other posts. Each was intriguing and Kierdale once again showed the young kids the worth of a veteran of Inspirational Fridays. Each interview was touching and I must that that those were some of the finest IF articles to date. 

 

Inspirational Friday - 30/01/2015 - Interview with a Chaos Sorcerer

 

And here we go again, I think you will like this one. Have an interview with your Chaos Sorcerer and describe the experience of meeting a being who can read your every thought and dominate your mind at will. Unlike the previous week I will not post fixed question, the artistic licence displayed in the past IF showed me that you want to create and the interview is much better if you add to it your personal touch, so I will grant your the liberty to ask your Sorcerer what you wish.

 

I might suggest though that you try to present a bit of his origins, his discovery of his psychic powers and his role in the past and the present both as a legionary and as a brother. I give you full rights to go bonkers with this one and I am eagerly awaiting your posts. 

 

Let us be inspired!

 

Tenebris

 


There is only the Truth. I do not know what it is, but I do believe in it!

Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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