Echoes of Solitude
A log of the 209th Company, 5th Fellowship, XVth Legion Astartes
With a pulse, a rent in reality opened up, unnatural energies spilling through the wound in space, tendrils searching, reaching, like a leviathan for its prey.
From this chasm came a single ship, its armor pitted and torn, cracked ruby plate a far cry from the majesty it had once held. Its great spires, which had earned it its name long ago, bore deep scars, some sections entirely blackened and gutted by years of warfare.
What it came upon was not unusual- thousands of ships jostling for position of primacy the norm over such an invaluable world- it was what they were doing that was unusual, giving pause to the silent and nervous crew aboard.
Hundreds of slate-grey and steel battleships surrounded the home-world, while dozens of others, clad in plate much like their own, desperately sought to break the ring of fire and steel. Scores more lay adrift, broken, shattered like glass figurines, while a final few fought hard, cutting the enemy deeply, but they were ultimately doomed against such a fleet.
The view was only reinforced by the appearance of it. Hrafnkel; A world-killer, the Ferry of the Headsman. Its brutal frame encompassed all around it, dwarfing the smaller crimson fleet, their deaths assured at the introduction of this last villain in a tragic opera that should have never seen the light of the stage.
At this visage, the newcomer, known amongst the Empire as the Katmandu, unmasked its guns, resolved to die alongside its kin-fleet. It set its sights on a destroyer group that was headed its way, gun-crews furiously unshrouding their cannons and loading their torpedoes. As they hove into range, it unleashed its fury for just a moment, the hammer-crack of macro-cannon batteries sounding but once before falling silent once more.
The destroyers, confused and wary, held back, careful to avoid any mistake that may cost them their lives. They waited, startled when the Katmandu turned and fled, but glad, the jackal-captains sounding war-horns in pursuit of their prey. They followed until the Katmandu vanished, slinking back from whatever realm it had once come from.
The destroyers turned away, cheated from their kill, cursing the cowards onboard. As the battle raged on, the Katmandu was forgotten, a sad footnote in the violent drama raging above the world it called home.
A world named Prospero.
-Legionary Fytaer Akhaman, 209th Company, XVth Legion Astartes
Hey guys, welcome to my new log, Echoes of Solitude, covering the XVth Legion Astartes.
I know I jumped on the coming bandwagon of Wolves and Sons, but couldn't help myself. I fell in love with the XVth after seeing the FW display, and some board-members logs (Looking at Athrawes here...), and couldn't resist the ruby-red glory of the Thousand Sons.
I'm hoping to change some things up from my IVth Legion, who i'll continue working on, but more slowly now that they're almost done. The 209th will be a slower army, and much smaller than my ~5000 points of IW, but will really encapsulate a part of the lore that I haven't seen very often (although if anything comes to mind, please shoot me a link.)
Anyways, please feel free to let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy the story of the 209th Company- The Remnants of a dead Legion.
Edited by Ninjaman, 01 July 2017 - 07:16 PM.