Since I mostly build and paint miniatures, moreso than play at this point, I figured it’d be alright if I started a painting blog for my Word Bearers. If I do one for my Nightlords once I get started on them, it’ll be in a separate post. I’m not really sure I want to put this in the WIP area, or in the Chaos area. After some debate, I’ve decided on the Heretical Astartes area, at least for the moment.
Brothers, come and delve into the realm of the Dark Gods, together, for the time of reckoning is upon our enemies!
If you want to skip past the story, just go past the overview section.
The Grand Host of the Order of the Apocalypse: An Overview
The Host was founded by the Dark Apostle Varun Aghash, a veteran of the Long War from the time of Heresy itself. Through the sacrifice of Kokalda II, where his Word Bearers, numbering over 1,200 in their ranks, saw to it that the entire world’s population of 12,000,000,000 were sacrificed to the Dark Gods to enable a vision of what he foresaw as the coming “Savior” of mankind. A series of feverish visions visited the Apostle, as well as the host’s psykers. In fits of visions and agony, each one was visited by Daemons of the Dark Gods, each’s eyes were opened to a different fate. Each one, saw a different path to the salvation of Mankind and its embracement of the Primordial Truth.
However, this fractured the Host itself into five, and soon declarations of heresy towards the others were levelled. Using scripts from the Book of Lorgar, each justified their stances, each one speaking of a figure who would rise from their plans, a champion forged and born of both the materium, and the Warp. Upon the world of Irkan VI, a desert planet, an abandoned and used Agriworld from centuries past, the War of the Five Prophets emerged. It would see the “false” visionaries and their hosts brought to ruin. Through blood, and conflict, on a world which had become their temporary safe haven, the true vision of the future was realized by the Dark Apostle Aghash.
For nine thousand years, the remnants of his Host, now dubbed “The Host of the Chosen Divination” would rampage across the frontiers of the Imperium, often striking at targets which made little tactical or strategic sense, raiding ancient ruins, or stealing individual people. Only when commanded by stronger, more powerful Chaos Hosts, whom they had made dark pacts with, did the Chosen Divination ever appear in force across more expected battlefields of the centuries and millennium between their formation after the Horus Heresy.
It would be only a few short centuries before the Thirteenth Black Crusade, which Varun considered to be the Crusade of the False Prophet of Horus, that the Chosen Divination’s journey would reach its conclusion. For generations, Aghash had killed specific people on his prophetic journey, as well as captured others, using them to create what he believed was the ultimate champion of the Dark Gods. Each layer of prophetic visions creating bloodlines of humans to lead to the final conclusion, a single entity born of desecration of the pure, but to create the Body of the Neverborn. Twins were born of the “Holy Mother”, a victim plucked from the Imperium whom was the last piece of this mangled puzzle. The part of the vision which lacked clarity, was the twin, but he knew upon seeing the child who would be named Iblis Marax, that he had found the Host of the Daemons. Through daemonic ritual and a syphoning of the lives of millions, he called forth the Daemonic Entity known as Seraphar, the Great Old One of Desacration, Violence, Europhoria, and Endless Sight and infused it into the Host’s body, creating the Chosen One which he had sought to make for so. Very. Long.
This entity’s body did not warp, it did not change, instead, growing in human form, it’s essence perfectly contained within a vessel which had been crafted in blood and bone for a hundred generations. It was the union which Lorgar had foreseen, the fusion of living human flesh, and the Neverborn. Its body was implanted with the sacred Geneseed, and it grew in power and stature. None in the Legion could approach it in strength, power, and psychic ability. From the time of its conception, it had become the ruler of the Chosen Divination. Its will was to be ever accepted. It was to them, as sacred as the Primarchs, and of the Dark Gods themselves. In a series of campaigns, the Chosen would burn worlds from the edge of the Maelstorm, to the Eye of Terror. Their numbers would only increase as whole worlds were driven mad, and the humans, having seen the truth, were marshalled to their banner. The Grand Host of the Chosen Divination, even began to catch the attention of other members of the Dark Council within the Word Bearers, as these heretics now took centre stage.
It would be Erebrus, who first declared them false prophets, after “Lord” Iblis Marax made the declaration that it was in fact, the truth successor to Lorgar, upon striking down the Word Bearers Daemon Prince Kolgok the Divine.
However, fate was ever turning. A Chaos Space Marine simply named Ixion Apollek, had lived his life in the shadow of the Greater Lord of all. The blood brother of the body which Serphar inhabited, he was given no notice, only that he was found worthy of taking on the trials of the Word Bearers. His status never rose, despite his fanatical resolution. It would be upon the burning of Noximus III, where Ixion would have his awakening. The quest had been to find the Maul of Malice, an Ancient Daemon Weapon of immense power, said to be forged of the shattered fragments of betrayal in the fires of a forbidden God’s Eye. It would be Ixion, who would find this weapon first, placing his hand upon it as his squad secured the area, prior to the arrival of Varun or any of the other more powerful servants of the Chosen One.
In that moment, only as his power armoured glove touched its hilt, Ixion was told a thousand dark truths, exposing the lies of the world around him as the hammer whispered to him the nature of the Dark Gods themselves, and what it was to be Chosen. The Chosen were not born, they were made. In all of his religious understand, brought on by the Apostles of the Grand Host, Apollek knew it was true. This weapon was not being taken as a means of seizing it for their own purposes. It was being taken because it was anathema to his master.
In the coming years, as he quietly slipped from his beliefs into new ones, he kept his questions to himself. His doubts grew ever wider, and with every doubt, every moment of skepticism, he used his fury to his advantage, training, questioning, and researching at every moment he could. It would be on the station of Baod, an abandoning Imperial Station near the Eye, where he would be sent as a guard for the Sorcerer Zemet the Faithful in his dealings, and planned betrayal of the Chaos Space Marines whom resided there. There, Apollek would forge a brief relationship with a Night Lord named Dracard, a lieutenant in the Winter’s Night Host.
This was his moment, revealing the betrayal that would befall the Night Lords. It would be Apollek who now waited for his opportunity to betray his masters. Zemet was slaughtered by the Night Lords, along with the Chosen sent to guard him. Distress signals blared through the Warp as the Night Lords beckoned aid, their own small fleet moving to guard the station as the Word Bearers Grand Host moved to assault. The station itself was of extreme importance to their next moves against their own legion.
The Battle of the Night’s Bastion would go on for nine days. Starting with fleet engagements, the light cruisers Storm of the Night, and Nostromos’s Honour were shredded beyond repair, and left dead in space never to be recovered. Ixion himself gave the Night Lords all the information he could on Chosen attack plans, as well as any information on commanders, and their known shortcomings. What should have been an immediate victory for a force which vastly overpowered the Night Lords, instead became a desperate battle.
It would only be once the capital ship Everchosen came into range, firing its boarding torpedoes and assault pods, that Ixion himself and a small series of talons from the Night Lords, fired back from the immense station. Upon boarding the ship, Ixion, after initial confrontations with Daemons and crewmen, blended in with the defenders as he moved towards the Vault of the Forbidden. There, he met, and slew the two brothers guarding the relics, before he found the Maul of Malice.
In the fighting onboard the Everchosen, almost the entirety of the Night Lords had been killed, though what little remained, and Apollek, fired back in another assault pod from the vessel, plunging back into the station. What they were met with was an ocean of corpses. Boarding crew, Word Bearers Chaos Space Marines, Daemons, and other nightmares had launched themselves in an onslaught on the defenders.
Standing over it all, walking over the body of the Night Lords Chaos Lord, Nemos the Dark Reaper, he saw his wounded lord surrounded by bodies. The swirling mass of Chaos surrounded him. Of the two companies of Night Lords which had been on the station, perhaps 50 remained, in increasingly diminished states of readiness. Hurling himself forward, Ixion landed before his Lord, mace in hand.
“You are a vile abomination, unfit for service in the grand vision of Lorgar. A daemon not fit to serve the Furies of the Warp.”
When the two met, made of the same flesh and bone, both armed with powers their bodies would have never been born with, the battle was lop sided. Marax would rip through reality itself, smiting his brother before slashing him with ease, and breaking one of his arms. Ribs would shatter next, before the Word Bearer managed to lash out with his weapon, it pierced through the warp, even as the Daemon of immense power tried to manipulate reality to hinder the blow. When the blow landed, ceremonite shattered and the body within was wracked. The very soul within, the Daemon, shrieked. As the broken body lay there, trying to regain its composure, Ixion would walk over it, his body laboring for breath. When his own eyes stared back at him, he cared not, as he smashed the head of the only master he ever knew as an authority for his many decades of life.
The Death of the “Chosen One” sent shockwaves through the warp around them. Reality quaked and the warp sent still. The death of the Everchosen sent panic through the ranks of the Grand Host. Withdrawals of remaining forces were made as the ancient Apostle Aghash desperately tried to understand why his life’s work had ended in an abrupt encounter on a footnote to the reformation he had seen.
Aghash himself, would meet his fate as the remaining Word Bearers came together. Ixion himself, carrying the very Maul which had been locked away, would kill the Dark Apostle in moments, committing the ultimate sacrilege within the Legion, upon the last one. Every other Apostle, for being “false Prophets” were sacrificed to the Dark Gods as the Chaos Space Marines themselves saw through the veil of lies they’d lived up until that point.
Through strength alone, and through being the slayer of the false, Ixion found himself as Lord of the Grand Host, before declaring them not Chosen or able to see Forethought. Instead, he claimed they were to be a Grand Host of the Word Bearers Legion, and they were the Order of the Apocalypse. Their quest to destroy the Imperium, their own brothers, and be ruled by an entity born to greatness, had come to an end.
They were the masters of their destiny, and they were Slaves to the Darkness.
My Word Bearers have quite a lot of miniatures I’m working on. There is a full Company of the Apocalyptic.
So far, the Grand Host has (barring my immense amount of Daemons)
180 Cultists (many aren’t the best in their painting, so a lot may slowly be replaced over time, or worse painted miniatures will go into reserve)
100 Chaos Space Marines, arranged into squads of x10.
One squad with bolters, x2 Heavy Bolters.
One Squad with Bolters, x2 squads with Plasma.
Three Squads with Bolters, x2 Autocannons
One Squad with Melee Weapons, x2 Plasma
One squad with melee weapons, x2 Melta
One squad with melee weapons, x2 Flamers
Two remaining squads with unknown outfits, may be more Autocannon squads. (I bought x10 Shadowspear Autocannons to split between my Night Lords and Word Bearers)
X20 Havocs, x4 with Lascannons, x4 with Missile Launchers, x8 with Autocannons. (chaincannons are going to my Night Lords, at least that’s the plan)
X1 squad of x5 Terminators.
X1 Lord of Executions.
X1 Master of Possession
X1 Dark Apostle
X1 Chaos Lord
X4 Forgefiends (2 plasma, 2 hades)
X1 Lord of Discord
X1 more squad of Terminators
X1 Dark Apostle, Master of Possession, and x2 Sorcerers
X2 more Rhinos
I’ll have the list of Daemons, and Greater Daemons, that I’ll be using as well.
Each unit I complete, I’m going to post here, with the name of the Aspiring Champion, a blurb about them, and pictures of the squad itself. I’m also going to update this with my “Works in Progress” and maybe ask a few questions about what people think I should be adding to the miniature or ect.
First Work in Progress:
Named for Ixion, the wicked king of Lapiths, hence why he’s treacherous (beyond just being a word bearer) and his last name comes from the word Apollyon, an alternative spelling of Abaddon. Ixion is a Lord I’ve been working on for years. Originally, he had grey knight legs (with a tabard) and a giant spear, as well as a head from WFB, I never finished painting the miniature however. Right now, my main concern is which hammer, mace or daemonic hammer I’m going to use to replace the Thunderhammer on the miniature. If anyone has suggestions, I’m be happy to hear them.
Right now, I'm thinking of using the Hammer from the Vangard set from AoS, it's just impossible to find that Bit anywhere, lol.