Prospero burned. Its light extinguished as its spires and libraries and repositories became ash. The wolves howled with glee as innocents were forced to flee to a planet of madness and constant change. What hope remained from that traumatic experience turned to dust along with the vast majority of the legion. And as the dust settled, milenia of inaction eroded any will that could have survived to fight back. As far as the Imperium was concerned, the Thousand Sons were dead.
But one son was not quite content in sleeping in his grave, even after his actions had led to this very same state of his beloved legion. So he shook off the dust and formed another storm on Sortiarius which finally awoke their father to action. So at the twilight of M41, blue ceramite covered hands shot through the settling dust and remembered the howl of wolves. These same hands would make them howl again, but this time it would be out of pain and loss.
This is the past that Okpara Nebnefer survived. Boarding a silver tower en route for Fenris, he swore that he would not return to Sortarius the same, inactive, framed man that he left it. The wolves would howl as his father commanded, but so would every world of the Imperium until Prospero’s light shone bright once more.
He has the fuel, but lacked the spark. The Warp would provide as it always had. So when The Great Rift ripped reality in half, he and his associates seized their chance. They commandeered a strike cruiser during the revelling and confusion and struck out for the eastern parts of the galaxy. Far from Magnus and his vendetta. Far from Ahriman and his futile undertaking. To a place corrupted by Imperial bureaucracy and in need of wise Prosperine guidance. To the Dolchiate Sector. The future birthplace of a Prosperine Empire.
Although all of the Thousand Sons Legion hail from Prospero, not all of Thrallband Tusmah began as Thousand Sons. As such, the Thrallband originates from Sortiarius, Magnus’ Planet of Sorcerers.
Currently Operating In: The Dolchiate Sector, from The Burnished Erudition, Heresy Era Strike Cruiser.
The strongest belief amongst Thrallband Tusmah is that The Emperor was wrong. He was wrong in his censure of Magnus and Psykers at Nikea. He was wrong in not heeding Magnus’ warning of Horus. He was wrong in sending the foul dogs to burn Prospero.
His choices and edicts are what gave birth and raised the bloated Imperium that man suffers under today. And so where an Emperor who was wrong and failed, a son of Magnus shall be right and succeed. For the better of all men.
In this regard, no member of Thrallband Tusmah seeking to put forward this vision if a Prosperine Empire can accept any form of mutation of himself or of his associates. Human servants of the Thrallband showing mutations are often executed or penned and held to die on the battlefield. Mutated Thralls and Aspirants can suffer a worse fate as they become united with various mechanisms of war through Daemon Mancipium, the art of trapping a daemon into a daemon engine and forcing it to do his will.
On and off the battlefield, Sorcerers of the Thrallband are the dominant figures. But even amongst the Sorcerers a ranking exists. Aspirants are the lowest amongst the Thrallband, they assist the Thralls and Magisters in their schemes off the battlefield and are responsible for the Rubricae on the battlefield. Thralls are next in line for power and are mainly responsible for society crumbling schemes off the battlefield and are expected to keep the Thrallband’s Daemon Engines in line on the battlefield. Finally a single Magister leads the Thrallband and oversees all actions taken off the battlefield by the Aspirants and Thralls as well as participating himself in the planning and executing of the band’s many schemes.
Magister Nebnefer’s legionnary past has been lost to the warp and become irrelevant after ten thousand years of inactivity at his father’s side. What he is is a master of a burgeoning Thrallband and an expert of Daemon Mancipium. He has become so good at this that he has even successfully entrapped mutated Thralls, once brothers of his, into transport vehicles and tanks to do his bidding on the field of battle.
He is the visionary that has led these inactive souls free of uncaring fathers, selfish brothers and life taking bureaucracy.
Psamtic Tosertosis[Na’ardisha’an’ah, Maulerfiend Pattern Daemon Engine]
Ishaq Zahur[Anos’hiru’ivanalak, Maulerfiend Pattern Daemon Engine]
Najja Harimotep[9 Rubricae]
Mensah Rasebek[9 Rubricae]
Nassor Sutekh[4 Scarab Occult Terminators]
Vispa'th’a'urvo'ashta’i, Herald of Tzeentch and her Legion of Horrors
Thrallband Tusmah does not take to the field of battle lightly. They are either forced unto it or have forces their target into a war it cannot win.
When forced into battle, the Thrallband is not unprepared. They utilise some of the deadliest tools available to all traitor forces, the dreaded daemon engines. Machines of war crafted around captured daemons and bent to the magnified wills of the Thralls. Paired with unmatched psychic supremacy and the unrelenting firepower of their Rubric brethren, not many forces survive such an encounter and live to tell about it.
When trapping their target, everything becomes a tool at the disposal of the Thrallband in bringing about the eventual demise of its target. Including the men fighting for the target itself and even any apparent victory against the Thrallband.
The majority of the Thrallband is comprised of unmutated Thousand Sons geneseed, however as time passes and such gene stock is not as readily available, psykers from various traitor chapters have come to join the Thrallband and so a mix of geneseed now exists within its ranks.
The Thrallband marches into battle and fights in complete silence. Not a word, grunt or roar is heard from any of its members during combat.
Edited by Dolchiate Remembrancer, 31 December 2017 - 10:25 AM.