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WoL: XIIIth Legion - Dawn's Shield

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XIIIth Legion: Dawns Shield

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Pre-Primarch History

 

The legion started their service known as "Emperor's Enforcers" and they were a brutal peacekeeping force of the Emperor. Their colours back then were bland, their armour grey with only their eagle on their breastplate gold. These marines were tasked with making sure that the planets brought under the Emperor's control were kept that way with quick, sudden and remorseless tactics. The Emperor believing that swift retribution to rebellions would curb future issues, these marines held the idea of the Emperor as the only hope left for the humanity. While not the first legion called to bring planets into the fold, what was claimed would stay claimed as long as they were able. They would leave entire hive blocks a bloody mess, a monument to the rebels hubris.

 

Their primary unit during these is the “Pacification Squads” formed from the Emperor's orders. The core armament of the squads were “Astartes Pattern Riot Shields”; These shields are massive slabs of adamantium with light force field generators but also served as these squad's personal armoury. Each shield would contain an assortment of hand grenades along with a mace. Most marines would be equipped with boltguns, however a few in each squad would have grenade launchers for dealing with mass rebels or those hiding in cover out of the reach of a grenade throw. These units deployed at the front of any response to rebellions. These units would see use on battlefields as central blocks that the Enforcers would centre their attacks around along with defences, on the attack these formations marching upon the enemy forces with impunity while when called to defend these walls of adamant would stop all would be assailants from passing any further.

 

The legion however was not happy with their role and methods. Despite attempts by various captains to reduce casulities inflicted by the Emperor's Enforcers they lacked the knowledge, experience and equipment to do so and thus were held to the only method taught by the Emperor: Brutality. The marines influenced by their very genetic code from the primarch they were made felt what they were doing was wrong but held no way of fixing it. It is likely the Emperor knew of their discontent but saw no reason to intervene as more pressing matters of expansion were needing of his attention rather than one legions personal feelings. During this time, the legion longed and hoped for their primarch's discovery soon as they within themselves knew he would change things. He would be the primarch to bring hope.

 

 

Hope, Cradle of a Primarch

 

 Hope is a planet far to the outreaches of what many would come to call the Imperium. Bordering where the ghoul stars lay, this planet was once a great and bustling planet of commerce and manufacturing. While not a key planet in any trade routes, the wealth of resources it had access to ensured trade came to Hope, in these times the planet was known as Delta Sierra 75 (DS75 as it was more commonly known as), allowing for great manufactorums to built and various colossal mining operations and despite these extensive resources being carved from the planet, tons by the second almost, it still retained massive reserves still untapped. However, it would be these digging machines that would be the only saving grace and these colossal areas of excavated earth would be the new villages and homes of the humans who called DS75 their home.

 

When the warp storms came, it shut down all trade. While it was a wealthy planet due to the resources it mined, it did mean the ground was rarely good for farming as any stretch of land could in fact be home to more resources and thus many instead used any land purchased to construct mining facilities and thus there were few farms built thus leading to DS75 relying on trade to bring in food for their large population of merchants and miners. With this source of food cut off, the planet soon fell into an armageddon of population as there was not enough to go around merely hours into warp storms. Within days, cannibalism became regular among the hive cities and were dark and dangerous to walk for the risk of being someone's meal. The exception came from those who, in attempt to escape ran underground and not just from their own man who lost his soul to the madness: Orks were also becoming an issue. While kept under regular culling and control, the loss of order and central structure saw to many centres of suspected ork spores become teeming with the green skins. The few farmers along with only an extremely small percentage of the population took to the only shelter they could run to: the mines and tunnels. They avoided all the open mining sites, these were quickly taken over by orks to create their war machines and weapons. Focusing on the targets in front of them, the orks took to a miniture WAAAGH! Against the feral humans on the surface who for all their loss of humanity still fought to retain their homes, seeing the greenskins as a harvest. While most of the surface humans were wiped out, some managed to cling onto the hive cities which would see never ending war within and without.

 

These bastions of rabid humans was the saving grace of those who ran underground as it meant the orks never attempted to explore the dark caves for two reasons: first was that there was a fight to be part of, thus being a magnet for orks and the second that was established was that those underground ensure any orks that came underground were killed without hesitation, eventually growing into a myth among orks they called “Da great ea'ta” who would consume any ork that dare come into his domain of the earth.

It was this time that was granted to those who went underground, those who still had humanity, were able to establish villages and towns underground. Having retreated into massive mining tunnels and caves where massive veins of resources were excavated, these areas became natural areas to build shelters, while lacking immediate resources to fully process the resources they did have the means to mine it due to the tools being available on site and those with the knowledge to work them were able to jury rig forges to turn the resources into something useful. Luckily, the farmers did not need to worry about finding water, the water tables of DS75 was one issue that many companies were adept at solving elegantly using these reservoirs to help cool their tools and thus many taps and pipes were available to water crops. These crops were not typical ones they were able to harvest on the surface with sunlight but instead were forms of fungus, carefully combed to be sure they were ork spores, and with the limited livestock brought down able to sustain itself of these fungus, it meant that food was no longer a problem.

 

This would be the status quo of DS75 which the orks would come to call “Ea'ta” in reference to their myth surrounding the same named creature they created. The humans on the surface would hold their own against the orks however they could barely be called humans, feasting on ork and human flesh with their greatest strength being this barbaric method of survival. Meanwhile underground those who had run from the carnage of the surface had managed to create a life for themselves, while not as prosperous as before they were able to kept on surviving, gradually forgetting the sun and sky of DS75 they once knew, not even the sentinels that took care of orks never got close enough to entrances to even see a glimmer light, the mining tunnel's sickly yellow light all they would ever know. Centuries would pass with this as the normal method of life. Until one special individual would arrive on DS75/Ea'ta.

 

 

Arrival of the Primarch

 

 Several centuries would come and go before the primarch would arrive. In this time, the sky and sun would become myth. The need of survival drowning out the idea of remembering what was once their own, though in a humourous twist one would note that due to the death of the manufactorums massive production lines it would give the planet new life and skys that were literally never seen before were becoming the norm though the orks gave it little care nor did the feral beasts.

It would be considered by many in history a twist of fate. By all odds, the primarch should of landed in the care of the beasts or worse, the hands of the orks and thus promptly slain before even having a chance. However whether by luck or some other hand, the primarch's capsule impacted a very particular spot: the thinnest point between the surface and the underground. The impact of such a device is extremely violent and had little issue bursting through the layer, collapsing a large section of ground. The reason this area hadn't caved in earlier was it had no really appeal to orks, with no resources nearby and thus the most that came over this section was the errant fauna.

The capsule's arrival was of great uproar and concern along with sparking the revival of a cult that spoke of retaking the surface to once more “see the endless above”. The child was fought for by many, some claiming him to be a herald of evil and ruinous intent that would destroy them all while others preached he was a blessing and sign that things were going to change. Ultimately, those who were against the child agreed to allow those who saw the potential in the child keep him, under the pretense “he is your problem, not ours”. His adoptive father, the one who was first to stand for him, would raise him in his trade of mining and teach him how to dig solid tunnels and how to get resources without causing collapse but also teaching him about the “sky”. Having heard tales of this myth, he hadn't believed them until he saw it with his own eyes: Blue with streaming white light that seemed to invigorate the body by mere touch. He longed to see it and saw within his son that very chance for all to enjoy it. He called the child Reolius Dawn.

 

As with most of the Primarchs, their growth is swift and any trade, craft or lessons would become second nature to them in short time, showing mastery beyond any other in the field. Beyond it even, Reolius would become known throughout all the underground as a prodigy. The biggest advantage he had was his restless stamina and incredible strength, able to work almost without end towards any goal put before him and often he would exceed it with great enthusiasm instilled into him by his father and the ideals of never giving up, to stand fast and protect those who couldn't protect themselves. These ideologies came from his father's combined involvement with the Cult and also being part of the security force, those responsible for not just maintaining order among those who lived underground but also patrol the tunnels, ensuring greenskins never found any of worth except death. Many times his father would patrol and feel an odd sensation, the breeze of wind coming through the tunnel and he could almost of sworn to of seen light that was not of any lamp he had seen but time and time again he held to his duty and never went further. It was this hope, this dream that he would teach into Reolius, which of it something seemed to just take in him as if it was a part of who he was naturally.

Time would pass and Reolius would become a man, a massive mountain of a man whose presence radiated hope and cheer. If there was ever a cave in, he was the first on site and last off and only leaving once all those who were trapped were freed. Though he was never able to save everyone, something that disturbed him deeply, he always kept a smile on his face and stifling tears for the lost. However his main duty was patrolling the tunnels with his father, as since he matured so fast his father was only just nearing days of retiring to clerical position, running a shop he was working on. It was in these tunnels Reolius would also feel the breeze his father talked about and to Reolius it was almost intoxicating. Headstrong and having never failed at anything he did what any child would of done: thought they knew better and went on further than he should, his father shouting after him.

 

The end of the peace the underground knew would be shattered. While Reolius did see the sky and sun, he also saw the hordes of greenskins. They also saw him. It was a mistake he would be unable to fix as normally only stray orks would go underground, wandering in out of curiosity and promptly meeting their end but now, orks having seen Reolius chased him and no longer in singles but a whole mob came running in and then the entire area of orks followed, the Waaagh! Against the Great Eata.

Reolius ran. It was melancholic for him, to have seen the sky and sun proper but at the price of what peace he knew however...he felt as if this was his calling. The sky was where he came from, and to it he would return he swore and to that, he would take back the surface. First however, he needed to protect his home. As a testament to his power, he was able to run back, outpacing orks and even his father whom he picked up on the way past. While his father scolded him, Reolius would only have a short time before the orks arrived and they needed time to prepare what was needing done. Upon returning to the town, he immediately set about collapsing the tunnel. It wouldn't be a permanent solution to the ork issue but it would give them time at least. It didn't take too much to accomplish, some blast charges in the key supports of the tunnel saw it cave in catastrophically. Now that the easy part was done, he turned to the onlookers who looked on in a strange combination of shock and panic. This would be Reolius first speech and through the respect he held in the people's hearts and a rousing speech, though it could of also been a realisation of being Do or Die, the people were with Reolius in reclaiming the surface.

 

The war for the surface

 

Those who had fled underground still retained a large quantity of technology, most of which having been reversed engineered to understand their workings more deeply by others as most who would have had died. Over the years, while weapons weren't a requirement for war, gangs still plied the tunnels at war with each other, families would have violent disputes and various vermin would require dealing with and so weren't an uncommon item, some pieces of weapon technology was even used to create mining lasers to cut through tougher layers. While only one village, it was rich in resources and soon was trading to up arm itself with word being spread, almost like a human version of a waaagh! Many towns would consider it suicide but many joined the cause, united behind the dream of seeing the surface. There were those who doubted the chances but due to how many were willingly joining the cause and thus explosing the truth of the underground, war was coming and in an indirect way, Reolius had made the call of “Join or Die” though that was never his intention.

 

The coming war was as sudden as Reolius' brash decision. The orks would of broken through the cave-in caused by the youth by the end of Terran Week but the orks were beset before they had a chance to fully excavate. Bursting forth from the tunnel, Reolius lead a desperate charge upon mining vehicles that had weapons crudely lashed to the sides and front, all letting loose. By all accounts the orks thought they were fighting other orks at first from the method the attack was conducted. The sheer shock was the winning trait, as it prevented the orks from ever really knowing what was going on and while there were losses the victory over the camp the orks had claimed for so long was one sided. Reolius had succeeded at something his people thought impossible however it faced further opposition at this point. The victory was swift and if luck held no ork would know it was done by humans but instead would look like (and be made to look like) the work of the Ork's myth. It would allow them to retreat underground once more and continue living. This notion however was of the minority as it would be rare to see Reolius beaten to the punch line regarding what to do. The people shouted out in joy and saw there a chance to reclaim the surface, they told those who wished to hide to go and hide and dig while they re-claimed their planet.

Reolius would go on to launch several of these sudden attacks from the underground on ork camps, clearing them out quickly and decisively as to not alert the entire population of orks on the planet. However he was only able to do this with smaller camps and the larger ones wouldn't be so easily overwhelmed along with the numerous ones that were positioned miles from any cave entrance. However, the reclaimed sites were valuable not just as mining but because of ork inhabitation the ground was more fertile that it was before though constant checks and clearing of ork fungus was a must. This would lead to not only more resources for weapons but primarily food that was just fungus or the like. These strikes also gave the Primarch space to expand operations for the creation of military vehicles, thankfully still within the collection of the numerous weapons the people kept when they fled underground.

 

Reolius would go on to face some embarrassing defeats. Full of surety from his conquest so far, he launched an attack on an ork encampment only to be repelled, lose most of his forces and most grievously: Alerted the orks. While only one camp, he knew now the word would spread and orks would begin to form their forces against him with only the veil of the “Ea'ta” slowing any orks thoughts of going to war. He would have to learn not to be so brash, though it was a lesson often delivered but never heeded.

Licking his wounds and thinking about how to deal with the ork camp effectively was a tricky question, for all their crude mannerisms and methods their guns were unrelenting and vicious in their power and with no cover around most it would prove suicidal to charge them again. He would think about how to deal with the problem until the solution struck him by a boy digging a tunnel whilst deep in his thoughts. Why attack head on when they could tunnel their way underneath the ork camp and not only launch a surprise attack but also bypass the orks bigger guns. The daring operation was launched and while many held reservations on it working, it would bear fruits never before seen. Unlike the other attacks that used pre-dug tunnels that knew where it was and what was around it, this attack was done somewhat blind and thus while many of the invasion tunnels did succeed many were lost or stopped due to ork structures falling into them as they came to the surface. However this only heightened the confusion and aided the attack, once more a crushing victory for Reolius who had already forgotten his lesson about brash tactics, it would be his greatest asset as well as greatest weakness.

 

While the orks were alerted of the presence of a fight now, quickly the orks were lost in hysteria as suddenly they believed their myth was now awakening and claiming any ork, not matter where they hid. Some settlements of orks were subjected to variants of the tunnelling tactic where entire areas were mined out, leaving only key support columns. These would then be blown out, sinking the entire settlement while a surface attack force would then come in ensuring no ork left alive. Soon, the orks were relegated back to being just pests that were culled from the surface regularly. This now turned Reolius' gaze to the wasteland of hell that were the Hive Cities.

 

 

The Discovery of the lost Primarch

 

 The Emperor would arrive to Hope and find a planet well reinforced. Seeing the planet's domes and the various new defense systems, he not only suspected one of his primarchs resided here but could feel something more, a well of power within the warp that wasn't like a psyker but more akin to a warm sun. Surely this is was one of his primarchs. Taking note of the planets hostile orbit and along with reinforced domes and planetary defenses he descended upon the world on his own within a small craft hailing peace, asking to meet with the planets ruler. He was welcomed, far beyond what he expected and was told he was expected for that their leader had felt his coming and was interested to meet this mysterious figure. While en route he saw the planet was thriving despite being underground, the domes were heavily reinforced to the point of being near impervious to any form of weapon fire while various sections of the cities were specially reinforced to ensure the ground remained stable even under the most extreme of seismic activity, be it naturally occurring or caused by heavy shelling. The people were happy, however he wagered this was just the best parts of the cities, no planet no matter what has a darker side.

 The meeting of the Primarch and Emperor was odd. Reolius openly greeted his father, though he did not know it yet, with open arms and would be surprised at being pushed back by the man who only explained he wasn't accustomed to such a welcome and instead offered a hand. This event would stick in Reolius' mind however for the moment he would not let it interfere with his welcoming, taking the Emperor's hand and giving a hearty shake, smile and introduction. The Emperor's response was clean, charismatic and to the point. He explained to Reolius he was in fact his son, one of twenty that he had made and were meant to aid him in reuniting humanity under one banner. Reolius would be a primarch that would be known for this even later into history but called the Emperor "Father", with a curt response from the Emperor gracefully deflecting the title and preferred to be known as "creator" purely because he did not sire any of the Primarchs naturally and thus felt it would be an incorrect title. Reolius would counter that despite not being a natural born, he was still the origin of his existence and thus he would call him father despite the Emperor's protest who would only tolerate it as a means to convince Reolius. Reolius, now aware of his heritage, asked if he too would receive a legion and was promptly answered with a yes, each Primarch had in their own way become fathers of legions and to Reolius would fall the command of the "Emperor's Enforcers" but this was not how the Emperor told him, instead calling them the "13th legion" as he measured Reolius as someone who may not take kindly to such a legion name. Of the Primarchs, Reolius took up the chance readily seeing as the Emperor's goal matched his. The fire in his soul for the task was burning and was ready to shoulder such tasks. The Emperor left the 13th legion with Reolius upon home, to let him build their fortress upon their now home world and for Reolius to become familiar with his legion and newly appointed ships. He was told to await orders, Reolius taking a slight to this but found it a great chance to exchange words with his legion.

 

 

Legion Reborn

 

 Reolius was horrified. He learned of his legions purpose from the first captain and was stricken with rage. This single event would lead to Reolius turning to his brothers and sister for council later in his history. Under the Emperor's command however he decided that to renounce the Emperor would be a poor choice and ultimately considered the acts of his legion just 'misunderstood orders' but would full well acknowledge they weren't. His first act for the legion was re-naming the legion, signalling their change. They became "Dawn's Shield", a legion dedicated to defending the future of humanity and would quickly learn of their signature tactics and wargear.

 Pacification Squads were discontinued as a unit however their wargear was re-purposed new units being developed. The shields were notably the most radically altered application in terms of purpose. Prior these shields were deployed to help push civilians back and make any weapons made have no chance of even causing a shattered optic null however under the new directions of Reolius he saw these shields as a great way of anchoring a position in battle and made these units a core part of most of his armies. Now dubbed "Bulwark Squads" these units serve as centre piece points of most advances, providing front line cover for supporting guns and units and in some cases being literal cover for important key units like tanks, even some squads being specially selected as Reolius' bodyguards. The remaining wargear of pacification squads would quickly dwindle out as the grenade launchers became more common among other squads as a general special weapon however the only exception to this was development of "stun" grenades for general thrown use and use in the launchers. However they often were met with mixed success and most squads equipped with them rarely find use for them.

 In battle now, the Dawn's Shield were ferocious defenders and unrelenting attackers. With their new Bulwark Squads, these units being able to ether press upon the opponent with armour rivalling tanks with the speed of a marine or on the defence were able to ether shore up any failing line with their staunch shields or even plug holes in any fortification. However it was the defence that they shone in as Reolius experience underground resulted in some extra benefits to any position the Dawn's Shield held. The Legion began practising siege craft down to the literal foundations of defence, using excavation equipment to create tunnels underneath their lines to allow construction of reinforcements to create ground that would never buckle along with allowing the legion to have unsappable walls. This meant even the most earthshaking attack would have no effect on a structure unless aimed directly at the target building as the ground would be inviolable from the legions work.

 

Combined with their new vigour and purpose with their Primarch now in command, they quickly went from being the most terrifying legion to any civilian to the most cheered as now their arrival to any planet signalled salvation from any attacker or rescue from any tyrant...even if that would be the Emperor in due time.

 

 

 

Legion: Dawn's Shield (Formerly: Emperor's Enforcers)

 

Colour Scheme: Orange with Yellow

 

Legion's Symbol: Rising Sun on a Tower Shield (Formerly: Tower Shield with a Sword)

 

Primarch: Reolius "The Bulwark" Dawn

Relics: Nevis' Bane (Drill-Spear) and The Red Line (Massive Shield)

Clad in ornate armour, large, but not terminator

Height (for what it's worth): 11'2"

 

Homeworld: Hope

 

Alignment: Council of Light

 

Found: 18th

 

Possible Rivalry:

Skyborn Legion. The concept of "Brain" Vs. "Heart". Thinking vs Feeling

 

Found: 940

 

Location of Hope: The Ghoul Stars

 

Themes:

Core Theme is Hope ala Gurren Lagann

Names will be mainly pulled from Scottish hertiage (like Gaelic, Gaa-Lic. Gay-Lic is the irish version).

Underground tactics and special tricks. Possible underground tunnelling unit.

Use of Scottish Myths and locations.

 

Current Synopsis: He is a primarch who once saw the emperor as the hope for the universe. The gleaming beacon that could bring all together under one glorious rule. However since witnessing the Emperor's callous nature, cutting down one of their brothers Reolius saw the first sage as the only hope left. Renaming themselves after a renewed finding of their belief, they now believe in finding their own hope with the council of light being the source of it. Their entire idea is finding the hope in such a dark future and if they find none, to be the hope, to be the light in the darkness. Reolius will stand against any darkness that comes, be it chaos or the emperor, he will not allow it to snuff out the light of hope to his very last breath.

 

Some notes for the Legion:
Cultural background inspirations are minimal, more of a concept inspired legion rather than cultural. Thus any units will retain more standard names unless unique. 

However one source of inspiration is Gurren Lagann. This Legion is to be a chapter of piercing the impossible and becoming a shining beacon in a universe of darkness.

One key note about the legion is the use of "Power Drills" over Power fists. These would act similarly to chainfists but would be very effective not just against metal but boring through even ferrocrete and similar other materials. There would be possibly rules regarding units with power drills actually digging under the enemy prior to a battle to only moments after the fight begins burst from below, or even setting up elaborate sinkholes that would consume entire armies with larger detachments. This could even expand to having unique legion tanks that are modified transports with drills for more express tunneling. Key Traits in regards to drills: Experts of making any ground they fight on theirs, ether reinforcing it with a series of tunnels that have reinforcing structure within to help hold a wall up or to remove earth so wall crumble under their own weight, Alternate Deep strike with the use of Drills.

 

First Captain's Regrets

 

During the long time the First Captain of the Emperor's Enforcers, he has had to act out many purges and brutal massacres. He had seen some of his brothers do similar deeds, sometimes the Enforcers were supported by other legions who helped take care of the population and none seemed troubled by their acts, not that he could tell if any harboured any sort of regret.

This emotion troubled him. Why did he feel a twist in his gut whenever he thought about killing these people, the only fear present was that of those at the end of his sword or boltgun? Why did his mind become so loud when the only noise that he knew was there was the burning pile of bodies? Nothing could best him, he was one of the Emperor's finest who lead those who knew no fear and would never yield yet something inside him, something more core than the indoctrinated thoughts and mental states kept him from having a clear mind in these times of peacekeeping.

 

As the body count grew of civilians, so too did this feeling. It wasn't anger, he knew what that felt like when dealing with Xenos who thought they were better. It wasn't Joy, it was unpleasant and he knew joy when he ended lives of those who would stand against the Emperor. Was this sadness? Why does he feel sad for these people? They opposed the Emperor, they are the enemy. They are...unarmed and unable to fight back. They cannot defend themselves, they cannot have a prayer, hope nor chance even against the newest neophytes within the legion. They were ill, old and young, too ill to stand, too old to run, too young to know. No matter how hard he tried, this nagging emotion he tried to master and make submit would not yield. He had mastered all forms of war yet this emotion bested him in all fields that he attempted to defeat it at. Why would this feeling, thought and emotion not leave him alone?

 

Over time, he was able to become numb to the feeling and ignore it but it was always there, always behind every word he spoke, every action he did, there was a notion of this sadness. Each swing a sombre master stroke, each shot a sullen bolt of justice. No longer just a solemn figure that ordered executions en mass, now those orders were given with a voice that no longer held the same power it once did, the same conviction it held. He lived this lie in the Emperor's name, his service now a shackle he wore. It was not a shackle he wore in solitary but in solidarity as his legion too suffered the same nagging problem. They too continued to follow his order just as he followed the Emperor's orders.

 

It is not known when the First Captain came across his revelation but it was a turning point in the legions life during it's time as the “Emperor's Enforcers”. As other legions regained their Primarchs, he started to see their change, a change towards who they were made from and saw some legions change drastically but some were just extensions of who they were made from. The first captain thought, what if this feeling is caused by who he is related to, who is primarch really is? Is this emotion a genetic fault of his primarch? Is his primarch a sullen, sombre and sorrowful individual, a grim executioner who takes no pleasure in his duty but does so dutifully? This revelation was what gave the captain new vigour in his post, it was a way for him to alleviate this cursed emotion and while it remained now knowing what it likely meant allowed him to cope with it far more effectively along with his legion.

 

However, despite this. There was one last part of that emotion he never truly grasped. He would never learn until the arrival of his primarch. The last of the emotion he never was able to understand nor grasp: it was mourning. Mourning in sorrow for those wastefully executed. It would be this small piece that would ultimately lead to his stepping down from first captain in shame.

 

Edit for compiling things into one place so I can keep track or if people don't want to scroll so far.

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Currently working on some things in my legion and one of the easy things was to play around with the legion's colours as it was considered a bit of an eye sore. I agree so did some work and wanting some feedback on this scheme.

Note: I am intending it to be like the sun, white in the middle with yellow surrounding finalling ending in orange (in this case white to gold to bronze).


Edited by chapter master 454, 13 August 2018 - 12:55 AM.

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It will all come with time, but it's a good start! looking forward to seeing what you write next!


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Updated to their new name


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Hello Reolius!

 

I have come to bring darkness and misery! . . . . and questions!

I understand the intent here to be as positive as possible, my questions unfortunately do not come from the same point of view. So!

 

1) The Aquila on the Armour wasn't formally added to the Legions until after the Heresy, the exception being the Emperor's Children who carried out a lot of emissary duties, are the Enforcer's a similar exemption? or is this a mistake?

 

2) I imagine the Enforcers were only used on the most stubborn and potentially dangerous resistance groups? Seems a waste of Astartes otherwise. Does this mean the Enforcers have an intel network or do they use the Imperium's intel and attack the targets identified?

 

3) If they were so against this 'tyranny' why not try to do things different? Utilise tactics that aim for leaders and try to avoid mass casualties? Using hit-squads similar to the Alpha Legion's Headhunters?

 

4) The way the homeworld was written was confusing for me, but I'm not here to critique that, I imagine that will be worked on later. My questions are more about how Reolius makes things better.

- So for starters how does Reolius gain a massive turnaround? Building shops or allowing shops to set up independently and taxing their earnings would bring some back but not loads as its essentially whatever Reolius put in in the first place, you're minimising costs not gaining profits, you need trade from outside groups to make these profits and the rivals would stop that once they stop liking Reolius. Would happier workers produce much more ore and such? probably not to the scale suggested here.

- Are the workers not slaves then? Since they can freely quit their jobs and move over, why did they never riot or unionise to cripple their overlords?

- Do none of the rivals take efforts to stop workers leaving? Enforcers, shut down tunnels, incentives so on

- Do none of the rivals employ corporate espionage? Sabotage, propaganda, planned rioting among Reolius' workforce so on

- During the war, why do Reolius' armies have greater gear and tactics? The rivals have equally knowledgeable miners for tunneling, and more cash to spend on equipment as Reolius has to spend it on the ever-growing workforce. The enforcers of the rivals might be better trained too as they're used to combating unruly miners. Reolius' soldiers have never seen combat because they're so peaceful.

 

I'm not saying he can't take over using hope and selflessness, just that how he does it here is far too easy and convenient and I recommend changes.

I know this is a 'hopeful' and 'noblebright' origin but unless you want people to nitpick like I have then I suggest either bringing it to be more balanced or making it more brief and cutting extra details out, like exactly how he gets profits or how workers move over. 

I understand your viewpoint on 'not everything needs to be depressing' because it is unbelievable, but having a 'he did the nice thing and more nice things happened as a result, which led to this other nice thing and everything got better' is equally unbelievable. Sorry if that's blunt.

 

5) Doe the Emperor's Enforcers only rename to Dawn's Shield after the War of Light commences? Speaking of, why did Reolius keep the name Dawn? There's no mention of his father being a nice guy so why keep his legacy and rename the Legion after him?

 

 

That's it for now, overall I think there is a very strong idea here. I love the idea of Reolius being a shield or 'Bulwark' to protect the weak. The safety of the people is their ultimate goal and I can imagine them taking some heavy hits in exchange for protecting civilians, where others would accept the civilians' deaths as collateral to keep the Legion in fighting strength. I'm looking forward to seeing more of their culture post-Reolius and how they potentially reform their shield-bearing units from facing the people to shielding them.

Keep going!


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Hello Reolius!

 

I have come to bring darkness and misery! . . . . and questions!

I understand the intent here to be as positive as possible, my questions unfortunately do not come from the same point of view. So!

 

1) The Aquila on the Armour wasn't formally added to the Legions until after the Heresy, the exception being the Emperor's Children who carried out a lot of emissary duties, are the Enforcer's a similar exemption? or is this a mistake?

 

2) I imagine the Enforcers were only used on the most stubborn and potentially dangerous resistance groups? Seems a waste of Astartes otherwise. Does this mean the Enforcers have an intel network or do they use the Imperium's intel and attack the targets identified?

 

3) If they were so against this 'tyranny' why not try to do things different? Utilise tactics that aim for leaders and try to avoid mass casualties? Using hit-squads similar to the Alpha Legion's Headhunters?

 

4) The way the homeworld was written was confusing for me, but I'm not here to critique that, I imagine that will be worked on later. My questions are more about how Reolius makes things better.

- So for starters how does Reolius gain a massive turnaround? Building shops or allowing shops to set up independently and taxing their earnings would bring some back but not loads as its essentially whatever Reolius put in in the first place, you're minimising costs not gaining profits, you need trade from outside groups to make these profits and the rivals would stop that once they stop liking Reolius. Would happier workers produce much more ore and such? probably not to the scale suggested here.

- Are the workers not slaves then? Since they can freely quit their jobs and move over, why did they never riot or unionise to cripple their overlords?

- Do none of the rivals take efforts to stop workers leaving? Enforcers, shut down tunnels, incentives so on

- Do none of the rivals employ corporate espionage? Sabotage, propaganda, planned rioting among Reolius' workforce so on

- During the war, why do Reolius' armies have greater gear and tactics? The rivals have equally knowledgeable miners for tunneling, and more cash to spend on equipment as Reolius has to spend it on the ever-growing workforce. The enforcers of the rivals might be better trained too as they're used to combating unruly miners. Reolius' soldiers have never seen combat because they're so peaceful.

 

I'm not saying he can't take over using hope and selflessness, just that how he does it here is far too easy and convenient and I recommend changes.

I know this is a 'hopeful' and 'noblebright' origin but unless you want people to nitpick like I have then I suggest either bringing it to be more balanced or making it more brief and cutting extra details out, like exactly how he gets profits or how workers move over. 

I understand your viewpoint on 'not everything needs to be depressing' because it is unbelievable, but having a 'he did the nice thing and more nice things happened as a result, which led to this other nice thing and everything got better' is equally unbelievable. Sorry if that's blunt.

 

5) Doe the Emperor's Enforcers only rename to Dawn's Shield after the War of Light commences? Speaking of, why did Reolius keep the name Dawn? There's no mention of his father being a nice guy so why keep his legacy and rename the Legion after him?

 

 

That's it for now, overall I think there is a very strong idea here. I love the idea of Reolius being a shield or 'Bulwark' to protect the weak. The safety of the people is their ultimate goal and I can imagine them taking some heavy hits in exchange for protecting civilians, where others would accept the civilians' deaths as collateral to keep the Legion in fighting strength. I'm looking forward to seeing more of their culture post-Reolius and how they potentially reform their shield-bearing units from facing the people to shielding them.

Keep going!

 

So first things first just to have it stated. The Legion I have created is meant to be built from the ground up with a different mindset that is to attempt to make the legion stand out. The mindset is the use a more positive and hopeful drive to create a legion that has become sad not because of who they are but the results that befall them. In other words: The universe as a whole being grim dark takes a toll on them in a way that doesn't diminish their hope but the sadness comes from their blindness to their own possible fate, whether willful or unknowing of this is not known. The reason for the attempt to create the legion with a different mindset is in a sense a personal reflection of myself and a frustration with some aspects of writing within not just 40k but of late. The current trend with writing is to have some dark undertone to thing, something unbeatable and unrelenting that relates to todays world and life so we can 'relate' to it and feel for it. However there are more ways of doing this other than just making 40k one grand tragedy train of vain attempts. To me this drive for grim dark almost feels like people want to be depressed and almost feels like it breeds depression, something that I do not suffer and great deal of but have to cope with in my family. To create something in 40k that in a sense is born of the mold of grim dark feels like I would just be furthering an aspect of this darkness, the malign issue that I see that is worse than anything, I would say that I hate it more than an inquisitor hates chaos or xenos. To this end I build the Dawn's Shield with a resolute steadfast position that this legion must represent, act and have been at least to some extent a success. Something that actually did something in 40k that mattered. I will refuse to allow anything to ultimately crush the light my legion would represent as that would be admitting to something far greater than just critique: it would be admitting that depression can't be beaten (in my eyes). For me, I have grown weary of 40k's grim dark theme and have for a long time begun to get bored of the lore. A lot of it is really cool but I can't help but make one complaint: it never amounts to anything unless it is for xenos or chaos. I have enjoyed the return of Gulliman, the appearance of primaris as they stand for something I can enjoy: Hope. They represent a new future. That is what I want to carry in the Dawn's Shield through they rather over the top and heavily inspired style. I must sound pretentious but it is how I feel, I get annoyed every time someone complains about 40k "not being grim dark enough" yet they don't see what that means. Tyranids already effectively are the end of all things, Necrons once fully awake will wreck everything, orks are everywhere even beyond the milky way and chaos will forever exist until the very end of existence and emotion. How much grim dark do they want? For the Imperium to be destroyed, the Emperor killed and not return and for the galaxy to be a giant war between only chaos and xenos with no humans in sight?

Sorry but I had to get that out of my system. As the author of this legion I intend to be somewhat vehement on making the legion different. I don't want a 'flawed hero' in the sense of a flaw that comes about by itself. I am ok with Reolius' flaw being his strength: overwhelming hope. It works and would be fitting of grim dark to turn it against him but at the same time it does push him forward. It is what gives him strength and ability to win. He is the Primarch of the 13th legion, cursed in number to an ill fate but with hope they will defeat it or be annihilated by it. It is something I want to use, my favourite number is 13, I take it as a monkier even in my forum name (4+5+4=13) and I often take the saying most would say and state "13, lucky for me". My legion is in it's infancy and has to grow by huge leaps to get anywhere but enough prattle from me. On to your questions.

 

1. Aquila on the armour in the image isn't really meant to be there however I think it may be a fitting image for them as they are a form of ambassador. Just a little more forceful than most to those who thought the terms of joining were open door. To be honest it is likely they do not have it in their final image and will have something else on it however that comes down to whatever chapter generator allows me to add really.

 

2. They are dispatched as needed to quell rebellions. The Imperium will take note of these uprisings and send the Enforcers if needed for whatever reason which can be several. A small rebellion may receive the wrath of the enforcers due to it being an important world for whatever reason be it resources, factories or possibly a key location for moving around the Imperium as a whole. Larger rebellions will naturally receive the Enforcers as an initial force followed by the proper organisations to fully eradicate the issue. Other than these roles, they will be deployed to front line battles when needed.

 

3. Not given the resources nor the time for such things. The Emperor wanted obedience from his subjects and he would not be kind with it. If you rose up against him expect his ire and thus he had the Enforcers made to be a brutal tool. After all there are better ways of getting information from someone but torture is part effective tool part mental warfare. For the Emperor, a brutal crushing of rebellious people would help stick in their minds that doing so is fruitless as the force he commands is this powerful. The idea is is to send a message, not be gentle. He sees it as a means to prevent further rebellion because that way it helps self enforce if people will then after take care of rebels because they don't want to be caught up in another massacre. Similarly, the Enforcers were also under a similar rule from the Emperor with no choice but to follow orders. They didn't like it but not exactly had a choice in the matter.

 

4. This is a complicated topic. The main thing here you are asking is for me to go into great depth of the world ITSELF and not just in general which to my belief would fill a novel to explain the planet and the Primarch's upbringing and tactics which would then require deep understanding of several facets of business and so on for such a thing. The idea of this section is to give the TL:DR version of the events rather than going too deep into them. After all, going too deep into this section would inflate things greatly and while I think it would be awesome for this project to one day have a spin-off project or possibly a sub-project that is a form of the Horus Heresy series where each primarch may even have their own novel, it is not the goal of the initial project as far as I know (but that is open to me being corrected. I have been many times). To say the least, to develop all the reasons for the questions raised would just cause needless inflation of lore that i would feel becoming tedious and boring rather than interesting for most. After all, this is supposed to act like a section out of a codex (and extended section most likely) rather than a full book or novel by itself. Sorry if I kind of dismiss your question but I feel the details there will ether be ironed out over the course of improving the legion or will not be ultimately important enough to warrant putting into the legions own page (and would be more deserving of a short story possibly detailing the events that took place on Hope).

 

5. They Re-Name upon the discovery of their Primarch as he takes full control of them. From there, the legion gains someone who has power and the ability and knowledge on how to quell rebellions more peacefully. It is possible at this point Reolius would give the legion the ability to perform what you mentioned earlier: Hit squads and more targeted attacks on rebel circles rather than broad strokes across the population. Prior to having him, they didn't have anyone who had such tactical acumen however Reolius does (and it may be something I might consider in his actual lore, after all it may be during his upbringing within his father's company he gets a chance to quell a worker uprising and does so with more subtle methods than what his father may of employed. Note this does hint at what you asked: there may of been some less nice things going on. Don't worry, Hope doesn't stray too far from the grimdark workplace!).

On top of that, his father was not the nicest man however he did give Reolius a home, food and education. He has a appreciation for this and the hospitality he received despite not being his father's biological son. Reolius keeps his name for this reason and in his mind even likes the name as it is something he finds inspirational.

 

I hope this answers some of your questions and I hope I wasn't too stubborn but it can be difficult to answer questions that go on such broad topics. So sorry if details are light but I am still working on getting the legion into order. Everyday I see numerous posts in the discord and I feel like I need to get a move on. Don't want to fall by the way side...do that enough as it is.


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Massive overhaul of the planet, Hope. Looking to see what others think, other feedback for it. Note I also split the planet's description and Reolius' arrival apart as both deserve their own section


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Doing a bump to get the legion back up on the front here. Got a small piece done regarding the first captain and would like some feedback if possible. Want to try this part out and maybe work on some other things for the legion as I go.

 

Also...currently got some stand-in formatting since there was an update sometime that broke my beautiful headers T.T


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I put this in the first post of my legion to keep it all in one place but I suppose for those wondering what might be updated when I will make it a thing to post a reply with the update and put the update in the main post.

 

This is something I was toying with for my first captain of my legion. Let me know what you guys think

 

First Captain's Regrets

 

During the long time the First Captain of the Emperor's Enforcers, he has had to act out many purges and brutal massacres. He had seen some of his brothers do similar deeds, sometimes the Enforcers were supported by other legions who helped take care of the population and none seemed troubled by their acts, not that he could tell if any harboured any sort of regret.

This emotion troubled him. Why did he feel a twist in his gut whenever he thought about killing these people, the only fear present was that of those at the end of his sword or boltgun? Why did his mind become so loud when the only noise that he knew was there was the burning pile of bodies? Nothing could best him, he was one of the Emperor's finest who lead those who knew no fear and would never yield yet something inside him, something more core than the indoctrinated thoughts and mental states kept him from having a clear mind in these times of peacekeeping.

 

As the body count grew of civilians, so too did this feeling. It wasn't anger, he knew what that felt like when dealing with Xenos who thought they were better. It wasn't Joy, it was unpleasant and he knew joy when he ended lives of those who would stand against the Emperor. Was this sadness? Why does he feel sad for these people? They opposed the Emperor, they are the enemy. They are...unarmed and unable to fight back. They cannot defend themselves, they cannot have a prayer, hope nor chance even against the newest neophytes within the legion. They were ill, old and young, too ill to stand, too old to run, too young to know. No matter how hard he tried, this nagging emotion he tried to master and make submit would not yield. He had mastered all forms of war yet this emotion bested him in all fields that he attempted to defeat it at. Why would this feeling, thought and emotion not leave him alone?

 

Over time, he was able to become numb to the feeling and ignore it but it was always there, always behind every word he spoke, every action he did, there was a notion of this sadness. Each swing a sombre master stroke, each shot a sullen bolt of justice. No longer just a solemn figure that ordered executions en mass, now those orders were given with a voice that no longer held the same power it once did, the same conviction it held. He lived this lie in the Emperor's name, his service now a shackle he wore. It was not a shackle he wore in solitary but in solidarity as his legion too suffered the same nagging problem. They too continued to follow his order just as he followed the Emperor's orders.

 

It is not known when the First Captain came across his revelation but it was a turning point in the legions life during it's time as the “Emperor's Enforcers”. As other legions regained their Primarchs, he started to see their change, a change towards who they were made from and saw some legions change drastically but some were just extensions of who they were made from. The first captain thought, what if this feeling is caused by who he is related to, who is primarch really is? Is this emotion a genetic fault of his primarch? Is his primarch a sullen, sombre and sorrowful individual, a grim executioner who takes no pleasure in his duty but does so dutifully? This revelation was what gave the captain new vigour in his post, it was a way for him to alleviate this cursed emotion and while it remained now knowing what it likely meant allowed him to cope with it far more effectively along with his legion.

 

However, despite this. There was one last part of that emotion he never truly grasped. He would never learn until the arrival of his primarch. The last of the emotion he never was able to understand nor grasp: it was mourning. Mourning in sorrow for those wastefully executed. It would be this small piece that would ultimately lead to his stepping down from first captain in shame.


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Currently working on some things in my legion and one of the easy things was to play around with the legion's colours as it was considered a bit of an eye sore. I agree so did some work and wanting some feedback on this scheme.

Note: I am intending it to be like the sun, white in the middle with yellow surrounding finalling ending in orange (in this case white to gold to bronze).


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Doing an update on the lore of my legion's planet, it is only the planet bio really so don't pay attention to the other sections after it really as that is getting changed. for clarity I will post the new section here and hope to se what people think.

 

Hope is a planet far to the outreaches of what many would come to call the Imperium. Bordering where the ghoul stars lay, this planet was once a great and bustling planet of commerce and manufacturing. While not a key planet in any trade routes, the wealth of resources it had access to ensured trade came to Hope, in these times the planet was known as Delta Sierra 75 (DS75 as it was more commonly known as), allowing for great manufactorums to built and various colossal mining operations and despite these extensive resources being carved from the planet, tons by the second almost, it still retained massive reserves still untapped. However, it would be these digging machines that would be the only saving grace and these colossal areas of excavated earth would be the new villages and homes of the humans who called DS75 their home.

 

When the warp storms came, it shut down all trade. While it was a wealthy planet due to the resources it mined, it did mean the ground was rarely good for farming as any stretch of land could in fact be home to more resources and thus many instead used any land purchased to construct mining facilities and thus there were few farms built thus leading to DS75 relying on trade to bring in food for their large population of merchants and miners. With this source of food cut off, the planet soon fell into an armageddon of population as there was not enough to go around merely hours into warp storms. Within days, cannibalism became regular among the hive cities and were dark and dangerous to walk for the risk of being someone's meal. The exception came from those who, in attempt to escape ran underground and not just from their own man who lost his soul to the madness: Orks were also becoming an issue. While kept under regular culling and control, the loss of order and central structure saw to many centres of suspected ork spores become teeming with the green skins. The few farmers along with only an extremely small percentage of the population took to the only shelter they could run to: the mines and tunnels. They avoided all the open mining sites, these were quickly taken over by orks to create their war machines and weapons. Focusing on the targets in front of them, the orks took to a miniture WAAAGH! Against the feral humans on the surface who for all their loss of humanity still fought to retain their homes, seeing the greenskins as a harvest. While most of the surface humans were wiped out, some managed to cling onto the hive cities which would see never ending war within and without.

 

These bastions of rabid humans was the saving grace of those who ran underground as it meant the orks never attempted to explore the dark caves for two reasons: first was that there was a fight to be part of, thus being a magnet for orks and the second that was established was that those underground ensure any orks that came underground were killed without hesitation, eventually growing into a myth among orks they called “Da great ea'ta” who would consume any ork that dare come into his domain of the earth.

It was this time that was granted to those who went underground, those who still had humanity, were able to establish villages and towns underground. Having retreated into massive mining tunnels and caves where massive veins of resources were excavated, these areas became natural areas to build shelters, while lacking immediate resources to fully process the resources they did have the means to mine it due to the tools being available on site and those with the knowledge to work them were able to jury rig forges to turn the resources into something useful. Luckily, the farmers did not need to worry about finding water, the water tables of DS75 was one issue that many companies were adept at solving elegantly using these reservoirs to help cool their tools and thus many taps and pipes were available to water crops. These crops were not typical ones they were able to harvest on the surface with sunlight but instead were forms of fungus, carefully combed to be sure they were ork spores, and with the limited livestock brought down able to sustain itself of these fungus, it meant that food was no longer a problem.

 

This would be the status quo of DS75 which the orks would come to call “Ea'ta” in reference to their myth surrounding the same named creature they created. The humans on the surface would hold their own against the orks however they could barely be called humans, feasting on ork and human flesh with their greatest strength being this barbaric method of survival. Meanwhile underground those who had run from the carnage of the surface had managed to create a life for themselves, while not as prosperous as before they were able to kept on surviving, gradually forgetting the sun and sky of DS75 they once knew, not even the sentinels that took care of orks never got close enough to entrances to even see a glimmer light, the mining tunnel's sickly yellow light all they would ever know. Centuries would pass with this as the normal method of life. Until one special individual would arrive on DS75/Ea'ta.


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Update to the arrival of the primarch

 

Several centuries would come and go before the primarch would arrive. In this time, the sky and sun would become myth. The need of survival drowning out the idea of remembering what was once their own, though in a humourous twist one would note that due to the death of the manufactorums massive production lines it would give the planet new life and skys that were literally never seen before were becoming the norm though the orks gave it little care nor did the feral beasts.

It would be considered by many in history a twist of fate. By all odds, the primarch should of landed in the care of the beasts or worse, the hands of the orks and thus promptly slain before even having a chance. However whether by luck or some other hand, the primarch's capsule impacted a very particular spot: the thinnest point between the surface and the underground. The impact of such a device is extremely violent and had little issue bursting through the layer, collapsing a large section of ground. The reason this area hadn't caved in earlier was it had no really appeal to orks, with no resources nearby and thus the most that came over this section was the errant fauna.

The capsule's arrival was of great uproar and concern along with sparking the revival of a cult that spoke of retaking the surface to once more “see the endless above”. The child was fought for by many, some claiming him to be a herald of evil and ruinous intent that would destroy them all while others preached he was a blessing and sign that things were going to change. Ultimately, those who were against the child agreed to allow those who saw the potential in the child keep him, under the pretense “he is your problem, not ours”. His adoptive father, the one who was first to stand for him, would raise him in his trade of mining and teach him how to dig solid tunnels and how to get resources without causing collapse but also teaching him about the “sky”. Having heard tales of this myth, he hadn't believed them until he saw it with his own eyes: Blue with streaming white light that seemed to invigorate the body by mere touch. He longed to see it and saw within his son that very chance for all to enjoy it. He called the child Reolius Dawn.

 

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I like it. It's not too long and it effectively sets us up for Reolius' early years.

 

 

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Update of the story with the primarch. While this is disjointed, I would rather get stuff out to ensure there is something happening than radio silence for too long. So would like feedback and if you want to see this in relation to the original part it is going with then it has been put into the original post. My main issue is now this part of the story is getting long winded and I want to find parts to cut out and down on.

 

 

As with most of the Primarchs, their growth is swift and any trade, craft or lessons would become second nature to them in short time, showing mastery beyond any other in the field. Beyond it even, Reolius would become known throughout all the underground as a prodigy. The biggest advantage he had was his restless stamina and incredible strength, able to work almost without end towards any goal put before him and often he would exceed it with great enthusiasm instilled into him by his father and the ideals of never giving up, to stand fast and protect those who couldn't protect themselves. These ideologies came from his father's combined involvement with the Cult and also being part of the security force, those responsible for not just maintaining order among those who lived underground but also patrol the tunnels, ensuring greenskins never found any of worth except death. Many times his father would patrol and feel an odd sensation, the breeze of wind coming through the tunnel and he could almost of sworn to of seen light that was not of any lamp he had seen but time and time again he held to his duty and never went further. It was this hope, this dream that he would teach into Reolius, which of it something seemed to just take in him as if it was a part of who he was naturally.

Time would pass and Reolius would become a man, a massive mountain of a man whose presence radiated hope and cheer. If there was ever a cave in, he was the first on site and last off and only leaving once all those who were trapped were freed. Though he was never able to save everyone, something that disturbed him deeply, he always kept a smile on his face and stifling tears for the lost. However his main duty was patrolling the tunnels with his father, as since he matured so fast his father was only just nearing days of retiring to clerical position, running a shop he was working on. It was in these tunnels Reolius would also feel the breeze his father talked about and to Reolius it was almost intoxicating. Headstrong and having never failed at anything he did what any child would of done: thought they knew better and went on further than he should, his father shouting after him.

 

The end of the peace the underground knew would be shattered. While Reolius did see the sky and sun, he also saw the hordes of greenskins. They also saw him. It was a mistake he would be unable to fix as normally only stray orks would go underground, wandering in out of curiosity and promptly meeting their end but now, orks having seen Reolius chased him and no longer in singles but a whole mob came running in and then the entire area of orks followed, the Waaagh! Against the Great Eata.

Reolius ran. It was melancholic for him, to have seen the sky and sun proper but at the price of what peace he knew however...he felt as if this was his calling. The sky was where he came from, and to it he would return he swore and to that, he would take back the surface. First however, he needed to protect his home. As a testament to his power, he was able to run back, outpacing orks and even his father whom he picked up on the way past. While his father scolded him, Reolius would only have a short time before the orks arrived and they needed time to prepare what was needing done. Upon returning to the town, he immediately set about collapsing the tunnel. It wouldn't be a permanent solution to the ork issue but it would give them time at least. It didn't take too much to accomplish, some blast charges in the key supports of the tunnel saw it cave in catastrophically. Now that the easy part was done, he turned to the onlookers who looked on in a strange combination of shock and panic. This would be Reolius first speech and through the respect he held in the people's hearts and a rousing speech, though it could of also been a realisation of being Do or Die, the people were with Reolius in reclaiming the surface.

 

The war for the surface

 

Those who had fled underground still retained a large quantity of technology, most of which having been reversed engineered to understand their workings more deeply by others as most who would have had died. Over the years, while weapons weren't a requirement for war, gangs still plied the tunnels at war with each other, families would have violent disputes and various vermin would require dealing with and so weren't an uncommon item, some pieces of weapon technology was even used to create mining lasers to cut through tougher layers. While only one village, it was rich in resources and soon was trading to up arm itself with word being spread, almost like a human version of a waaagh! Many towns would consider it suicide but many joined the cause, united behind the dream of seeing the surface. There were those who doubted the chances but due to how many were willingly joining the cause and thus explosing the truth of the underground, war was coming and in an indirect way, Reolius had made the call of “Join or Die” though that was never his intention.

 

The coming war was as sudden as Reolius' brash decision. The orks would of broken through the cave-in caused by the youth by the end of Terran Week but the orks were beset before they had a chance to fully excavate. Bursting forth from the tunnel, Reolius lead a desperate charge upon mining vehicles that had weapons crudely lashed to the sides and front, all letting loose. By all accounts the orks thought they were fighting other orks at first from the method the attack was conducted. The sheer shock was the winning trait, as it prevented the orks from ever really knowing what was going on and while there were losses the victory over the camp the orks had claimed for so long was one sided. Reolius had succeeded at something his people thought impossible however it faced further opposition at this point. The victory was swift and if luck held no ork would know it was done by humans but instead would look like (and be made to look like) the work of the Ork's myth. It would allow them to retreat underground once more and continue living. This notion however was of the minority as it would be rare to see Reolius beaten to the punch line regarding what to do. The people shouted out in joy and saw there a chance to reclaim the surface, they told those who wished to hide to go and hide and dig while they re-claimed their planet.

Reolius would go on to launch several of these sudden attacks from the underground on ork camps, clearing them out quickly and decisively as to not alert the entire population of orks on the planet. However he was only able to do this with smaller camps and the larger ones wouldn't be so easily overwhelmed along with the numerous ones that were positioned miles from any cave entrance. However, the reclaimed sites were valuable not just as mining but because of ork inhabitation the ground was more fertile that it was before though constant checks and clearing of ork fungus was a must. This would lead to not only more resources for weapons but primarily food that was just fungus or the like. These strikes also gave the Primarch space to expand operations for the creation of military vehicles, thankfully still within the collection of the numerous weapons the people kept when they fled underground.

 

Reolius would go on to face some embarrassing defeats. Full of surety from his conquest so far, he launched an attack on an ork encampment only to be repelled, lose most of his forces and most grievously: Alerted the orks. While only one camp, he knew now the word would spread and orks would begin to form their forces against him with only the veil of the “Ea'ta” slowing any orks thoughts of going to war. He would have to learn not to be so brash, though it was a lesson often delivered but never heeded.

Licking his wounds and thinking about how to deal with the ork camp effectively was a tricky question, for all their crude mannerisms and methods their guns were unrelenting and vicious in their power and with no cover around most it would prove suicidal to charge them again. He would think about how to deal with the problem until the solution struck him by a boy digging a tunnel whilst deep in his thoughts. Why attack head on when they could tunnel their way underneath the ork camp and not only launch a surprise attack but also bypass the orks bigger guns. The daring operation was launched and while many held reservations on it working, it would bear fruits never before seen. Unlike the other attacks that used pre-dug tunnels that knew where it was and what was around it, this attack was done somewhat blind and thus while many of the invasion tunnels did succeed many were lost or stopped due to ork structures falling into them as they came to the surface. However this only heightened the confusion and aided the attack, once more a crushing victory for Reolius who had already forgotten his lesson about brash tactics, it would be his greatest asset as well as greatest weakness.

 

While the orks were alerted of the presence of a fight now, quickly the orks were lost in hysteria as suddenly they believed their myth was now awakening and claiming any ork, not matter where they hid. Some settlements of orks were subjected to variants of the tunnelling tactic where entire areas were mined out, leaving only key support columns. These would then be blown out, sinking the entire settlement while a surface attack force would then come in ensuring no ork left alive. Soon, the orks were relegated back to being just pests that were culled from the surface regularly. This now turned Reolius' gaze to the wasteland of hell that were the Hive Cities.

 


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