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IL IV - Red Eyes

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War Deposition

The Red Eyes are an average sized legion, having had steady, continuous growth but not the great speed of some of the larger legions. The majority of the legion campaigns under the direct command of Theoderaf, with rotating chapters serving under him and the 1st Chapter as to keep the legion unified. With the formation of the Reclamation Command, a significant portion of the legion is dedicated to finding the Emperor, with the rest being dispersed around the Imperium dealing with insurrections. As time went on, the elements of the legion not chosen to be part of the Reclamation Command grew more and more distant, with those who displeased Theoderaf merely reassigned away from the Reclamation Command to these distant chapters and companies.



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Theoderaf stalked around the holding cell, both his presence and sheer physical size filling the space and pressing on the prisoner in the centre of the room. The lights flickered, designed to look like they were faulty to add to the fear of the subject. The one constant source of light in the room was Theoderaf’s eyes, two red embers gliding around the room, the prisoner being unable to look into them for fear of setting off the beast.

 

“Where is your base?” The words were only a whisper, low and guttural, yet they seemed to come from the room itself. The cogitators whirred within the prisoner’s augmetic left arm, sweat running down onto the chains and shackles.

 

“I have no information on a base. We are the wind and the sand.” 

 

Theoderaf snarled, slamming the wall of the cell with his fist and causing the prisoner to flinch. His bionic enhancements may have been designed to give him more control over his bodily functions, but the base human reactions to fear were unescapable.

 

“I will break you.” hissed Theoderaf, right in the prisoner’s ear. The prisoner jerked back instinctively, his chains going tort and holding him in place. “I can see your fear, the thoughts running through your head. You promised your Lord that you would serve him, that you would never betray him. You have failed him already. You are my prisoner, and I will pull every last piece of information from you and then keep pulling simply to inflict pain on you. Us finding your base is inevitable, you and your resistance are insignificant.” Theoderaf appeared in front of the prisoner in less than a second, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter. The prisoner let out a guttural scream, his augmetics grinding trying to break out of the chains. “WHERE. IS. YOUR. BASE.”



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Roderic: Equerry

Roderic was a recruit from Terra, and was the Legion Master when Theoderaf was discovered. Theoderaf moved him to become his advisor, bringing him up to speed on the history of the legion, its strengths and weaknesses, and the two became close. Roderic is the one Astartes Theoderaf can confide his doubts in, and Roderic always gives him the best advice he can. His death at the Shattering of the 4th was a devastating blow to Theoderaf.

Roderic is more even-tempered than most Red Eyes, having his Terran roots keeping him more grounded than those from Certus. He saw less and less combat as the Crusade went on, Theoderaf preferring to keep him in a strategic command position.



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Alaran Walla: First Chaplain and Equerry

Alaran started as a recruit from Certus Minor, rising to the rank of Sergeant by the 31st Millenia. Following his censure for his actions on the Candor Compliance, he was demoted and moved to the stewardship of Roderic, but this turned out to be a great boon for Alaran. The next year, the Chaplaincy was introduced, and Roderic pushed for Alaran to be made a Chaplain. It was here that Alaran flourished, his zeal and loyalty above those of regular Red Eyes made him a fantastic chaplain. After the Shattering of the 4th, Alaran was elevated to High Chaplain and took over Roderic’s role as Equerry.

Alaran is incredibly zealous, overly so in some cases, and it sometimes clouds his judgement when his blood is up. He has a fierce temper, which he manages to keep in check most of the time, and his training under Roderic helped with that. Once elevated to the High Chaplaincy, though, his rage had a new outlet and a new source of fuel.


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Winguric Baza: Captain of the 2nd Chapter

Destiny Cutter

Winguric was from one of the first cities conquered by Theoderaf on Certus Minor, and his family was ruled by Theoderaf several years until the Emperor arrived. Winguric was born just before Theoderaf’s conquest, and has vivid memories of the fear that Theoderaf brought with him. He strives to instil that fear in his enemies. He has travelled up the chain of command, showing a flair for the fear tactics of the legion that aided him rise to become Captain of the 2nd Chapter.

Winguric has a dark reputation, having an intense fear aura that is second only to Theoderaf’s own. He wishes for his name to strike fear in the hearts of his enemies whenever it is spoken, cultivating an image of himself as a monster. However, amongst his chapter he is highly respected, being fiercely loyal to those who serve under him and looking to reduce casualties to his own men wherever possible.



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Alexius Jarimir: Chaplain of the 5th Chapter

The Voice of Doom

There exists no Red Eyes who speaks with the fury of the legion like Alexius, his sermons filling the hearts of all who hear them with fire and purpose. He works tirelessly to spread the message of the inner strength of the Imperial cause, and damn that of the enemy. On the battlefield, Alexius joins combat with a roar, amplified by his propaganda speakers to carry across the din of battle. Armed with an artificer shotgun and his power maul, he is a force of nature.



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Thrasaric Tufa: Captain of the 3rd Chapter

The Harbinger of the Divine

Thrasaric is one of the few main captains who cannot remember a time before Certus Minor was a part of the Imperium, being born the year that the Emperor arrived. As such, his faith is slightly different than his battle brothers, as he did not have the years of waiting and then vindication, living in a world where Theoderaf’s beliefs had already proven themselves and so to Thrasaric, his religion is not superstition, it is fact. He served with distinction for the hundred years of his service, steadily advancing from a marine to captain. His first significant campaign as captain was the Purging of Cortonis, and for the rest of the Great Crusade commanded independent campaigns from the legion with exemplary results. With the disappearance of the Emperor, Thrasaric and his expeditionary fleet rejoined the Red Eyes as soon as possible.

Thrasaric is a quiet and thoughtful captain, not one to rashly make a decision and being known for identifying the perfect time to strike. He is a devout follower of Theoderaf’s vision, wearing numerous purity seals with prayers on them and carrying a book with him whether he goes where he writes Theoderaf’s or his own religious beliefs in it.



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The Golden Message, Part 1

 

Roderic marched through the halls of The Emperor’s Oblivion, moving as fast as he could without breaking into a run. He passed dozens of battle-brothers, but did not stop to converse with any of them. As he passed one group of Astartes in discussion, one peeled off and walked alongside him.

 

“Brother Roderic.” Came the deep, slightly coarse voice.

 

“Brother Eurex, I am just on my way to meet with Lord Theoderaf.” He tried to convey in his tone that he did not have the time for length discussion.

 

“Good, I hoped to join you there. He is on the command bridge determining where we are headed next.” The two walked quickly, Athanius glancing at Roderic. “So is it good news?”

 

“I do not wish to get your hopes up, Athanius. It is news, that is all.”

 

They reached the bridge in no time, no one daring to slow them down. In the centre of the room, standing over several read outs and maps of the segmentum. He was conversing with the golden Custodian standing at his side, who remained helmeted so neither Roderic nor Athanius could make out the conversation. The fleet admiral stood behind him, standing bolt upright even though Theoderaf could not see them, waiting for his orders. Serfs would run up, bring a new piece of information, and then scurry away out of the doors, forming a swarm of data that was constantly added to the plans. Theoderaf looked up as they approached, looking ever so slightly haggard.

 

“Roderic, Athanius, I assume this is important?”

 

“My Lord.” Roderic handed over a data slate he had brought with him. “Our information network has heard reports that a backwater world that has yet to be brought to compliance is proclaiming that a golden god came to them.” Theoderaf nearly leapt across the table, walking around it in an instant and taking the slate from Roderic. He scanned it in an instant, and added it to the table. Roderic continued. “Apparently the god conversed with a local leader in private, and then disappeared. The leader is proclaiming to be the prophet of the new god, and the world has fallen under his sway. The world has been designated 47-16.”

 

Theoderaf took a step back from the table, analysing all of the maps. “Then we head to 47-16.” The admiral saluted and hurried back to their station, barking orders at the serfs as the order went out across the fleet.



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The Golden Message, Part 2

 

Everything was chaos in the streets. Waithira was unable to make out what people were excited chattering about, but the street outside her house was busier than she had ever seen it. People were running around, busily bringing out supplies as the grey clad militia patrolled, though they had their weapons holstered. Everywhere the buildings shimmered with brilliant sunlight, with the decorations that now covered the street catching the light in a sparkling display. Waithira saw a friend of hers in the crowd, who ran up to her smiling ecstatically. 

 

“Waithira! What are you doing, come on! We have to help get things ready!” She grabbed Waithira and pulled her into the crowd, which swallowed them both.

 

“What’s going on, Wokabi?”

 

“The Storm King!" Wokabi shouted, "Word is that he has returned!”

 

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Theoderaf stood in his chambers, finishing putting on his armour as Master of the Forge Visimar aided. Theoderaf could tell from Visimar’s manner that he was displeased with Theoderaf’s decision, but was unwilling to argue the point unasked.

 

“Out with it, Visimar. You do not think I should go down to the planet alone.”

 

Visimar courtly nodded, attaching the final shoulder pad. “My Lord, we have seen so many times humans pretend to accept us and then attack. These could be the same, and our scans have identified several large constructs that we have been unable to determine their abilities from this range.”

 

Theoderaf gave his armour a quick look over and then moved to the door. “Visimar, the Emperor has visited them. I am coming in peace to trade information with them, they will not attack me. Do not worry yourself, this is merely a diplomatic mission.” Theoderaf smiled. “Am I not known for my diplomacy?” Theoderaf chuckled, whilst Visimar snorted slightly and joined Theoderaf at the door.

 

“Will you not at least bring some weapon?” 

 

“No, I will not be needing a weapon. Now, I am heading to the teleportarion, you are dismissed.” They both left the room and headed in different directions.

 

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Militia Commander Kũngũ anxiously tugged at his collar, his other hand lightly brushing against his bolt carbine pistol. He wished he could be allowed to bring more of his militia with him, as he felt exposed as he stood with a single regiment outside the city. He took some reassurance from the two large obsidian constructs that stood guarding the main gate to the city, yet their lack of movement did not fill him with confidence. A sudden flash of light followed by a loud boom echoed from the field in front of them, the militia grabbing their guns and Kũngũ grabbing his pistol.

 

“Hold, my friend, do not draw your weapon.” Came a strong, calm voice from his side. Kũngũ slowly put the pistol away, looking at Grand Elder Gĩchũki out of the corner of his eye. His attention turned back to the field, and his eyes widened as he saw the golden giant standing there. “It is him.”

 

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Theoderaf took a deep breath, identifying the composition of the air and the feel of gravity for a second. He took a step forward, activating his vox-link to The Emperor’s Oblivion’s propaganda speakers. “People of Ishkur, I have been sent by the Storm King. I am Theoderaf, Lord of the Red Eyes and Son of the Storm King, and I have come to talk with you, as you have been chosen by Him.” He raised his arms, as if embracing the city in front of him. “Rejoice, as the Imperium embraces you!” A roar came from the city, a rousing cheer that was echoed by the militia out in front of the city. Theoderaf saw a central figure in the militia begin walking forward. 

 

There you are, Gĩchũki. Theoderaf thought to himself as he began walking forward to meet him. Theoderaf moderated his pace, reaching Gĩchũki just out of bolt carbine range. Grand Elder Gĩchũki looked to be in his late sixties, with a heavily lined face and shoulder-length grey hair. His long, grey scraggly beard was tied into his clothes of office, long crimson robes embellished with gold. The man bowed as he reached Theoderaf, and Theoderaf inclined his head in response.

 

“You do indeed look like the Storm King, the beard is a little different and the eyes are… striking. Do you have any proof that you are indeed sent by the Storm King?” Grand Elder Gĩchũki stated matter of factly, not showing any fear at the giant twice his size in front of him. Theoderaf was taken aback by this, though kept a straight face. He reached up to his armour and removed a talisman that was hanging around his armour. He reached down and showed it to Gĩchũki, the golden eagle with rubies embedded glowing in the sunlight. 

 

“This was given to be by my father when he told me I was ready to take command of my legion. It is one of my most cherished gifts, as it is a symbol of his role for me, to be his wrath.” Gĩchũki examined the talisman, and smiled.

 

“Theoderaf, it is an honour to meet with the son of the Storm King. We welcome you to Ishkur.”



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Athanius Eurex: 1st Captain, Captain of the Marks of Fate, The Red Storm

Athanius Eurex was one of the first recruits from Certus Minor, having been brought up during Theoderaf’s reign of Certus. He is entirely devoted to Theoderaf, willing to do whatever Theoderaf commands and he was the first Astartes to gain the endorsement of Theoderaf to join the Marks of Fate. Once a member of the Marks of Fate, he was never defeated by someone looking to replace him in the bodyguard, and eventually became the Mark of Destiny.

Athanius is a whirling storm of death in combat, his lightning claw and axe spinning with impossible speed and mean that he is capable of defeating any opponent. He may not have the tactical skill of some of the other high ranking Red Eyes, but his talent for combat is unmatched. He is a rather gruff individual, having little time for long-winded discussions and the more theological debates that some of the legion engage in. To him, he takes the world as it is, and is not aiming to change it to fit some grand vision.

 

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Theoderaf stood in silence, slowly turning the weapon in his hand. He scanned the surface of it, noticing the intricate gold words engraved onto the sides.

 

Traitors’ Scourge. Theoderaf smiled, looking up from his new sidearm.

 

“Excellent, brother. The craftsmanship is exquisite.”

 

Niklaas nodded, his stony expression not joining his brother’s smile. He remained by his forge, the next project already being set up. “I managed to improve the venting mechanism of the plasma pistol, increasing its cooling system by 52%.”

 

“I guess I could manage with only 52% improvement.” Theoderaf chuckled. Niklaas gave him an unamused look, and motioned to the opposite side of the room.

 

“Have a go at testing your aim with it, if you feel the need.” Theoderaf turned, raised the pistol and fired, landing a shot straight into a target’s head, the whoomp of the shot echoing in the forge and the ceramite of the target sizzling and melting under the blast.

 

Of course it was perfectly weighted for me. Theoderaf thought to him.

 

“Thank you Niklaas, I am truly honoured by the gift. I hope that we can test it in the field together soon.” Theoderaf held out his arm. Niklaas grasped it with a slam of ceramite on ceramite, the corner of his mouth slightly curling upwards.

 

“It would be my pleasure, brother.”



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Irorukian Wraiths

During one of Theoderaf’s first compliances after having joined his legion, on the world of Iroruki, a veteran company overwhelmed a critical strong point on the enemy’s defence line, suffering heavy casualties as they charged headlong through the breach. This insane bravery and devotion was recognised after the battle by Theoderaf, who took the surviving 20 veterans and formed them into a new unit, the Irorukian Wraiths. Given teleportation transponders and selecting as their weapon of choice the chainaxe design of their fallen commander from Iroruki, Fritigar, the Wraiths overwhelm their opponents with a lightning series of blows. Only those Red Eyes who have survived against incredible odds are chosen to join the Wraiths.



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The Emperor’s Oblivion

The Emperor’s Oblivion was an Imperial Gloriana-class Battleship that served as the flagship of Theoderaf, the Primarch of the Red Eyes. The Emperor’s Oblivion was constructed during the Great Crusade and participated in many of the battles of the Five Ruins in the late 30th and early 31st Millennia. Following the disaster of the Second Ruin, the battleship would be renamed by Theoderaf to World’s Bane, no longer viewing the vessel as embodying the Emperor’s judgement.

This flagship led the flotilla of the Red Eyes’ warships which comprised the IVth Legion's 5th Expeditionary Fleet. It was from this flagship that Theoderaf coordinated and prepared his forces before every assault, and upon which he would lead his Legion into the Eye of Terror.

Bedecked in shining gold ceramite, the Emperor’s Oblivion was a beauty of Imperial design, with an enormous eagle with wings out-spread mounted on the prow. Inside, the ship boasts the Imperium’s largest teleportarium, the work of countless tech-priests and rumours mention the Emperor himself aiding in the design. Due to the vast amounts of power required for the teleportarium, the weapons systems were less numerous or potent than on other Gloriana’s such as the Rage of Angels.







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