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This thread is dedicated to our weekly writing challenge, where our members write very short articles to a topic we choose any given sunday.

The first challenge starts with a quote of Grifftofer:

Welcome to the first of our weekly challenges. This week I'd like for everyone to Create a minor character for a Legion that is not your own. You have free choice over which Legion you choose and this challenge will run until Sunday 26th April.

Edited by MikhalLeNoir, 19 April 2020 - 03:55 PM.

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Viera Cocha,
Lieutenant of the Jaguar Toa of the 26th Battalion of the Eagle Warriors


Lieutenant of the Jaguar Toa, Cocha was from terran heritage and ultimately loyal to the idea of the great crusade and imperial truth.
When Takar revealed the truth behind the assassination of the late Warmaster and the upcoming purge of the XIth Legion, his beliefs were shaken to the core.
However loyalty to the Imperium and his martial honor drove him from his primarchs side.
Together with Takar he was able to warn the Bodyguards of the XIths primarch and rescue Gwalchavad from the claws of his brothers madness.

Cocha was last seen, when he stood at the side of Arngrim Valten, buying the fleeing Wardens of Light time to escape the wrath of Ixiplatlan.

Cocha was a master with the charnabal sabre, favouring close combat over ranged combat. Often he would close in with his jetbike and rely on the momentum to cut his enemies to pieces. But also on foot he was a formidable combatant, his movements swift and deadly like the ancient predators of earth.

Edited by MikhalLeNoir, 19 April 2020 - 06:36 PM.

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Dargoth Thul
  Occupying a rank roughly equivalent to that of Epistolary, Dargoth Thul was not the most powerful member of the Dreanwalkers' Librarius. However, his exceptional degree of control over his abilities meant that he could be trusted not only to serve free of Hyposian supervision, but to undertake joint operations with other Legions. As a result, and given the volatility of Chief Librarian Mygor Sathlus, it was Thul who most often represented his Legion in the negotiations which forged the Librarius. However, in the case of the XVIIth, while Thul worked towards the acceptance of psykers within the Legions, he was also constant in defending the nonconformist structure and methods of Librarians within the Dreamwalkers.

Edited by bluntblade, 19 April 2020 - 04:51 PM.

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Mavrak Khor:

 

Mavrak Khor was an Armistos Consul of the Tyrant's Fists 2nd Division, 3rd Battalion. Though he had a long history of competent service, his first actions of historical note were upon Ur-Saresh's home world, during the Primarch's mis-fortuned homecoming. Upon arrival, XXX was among those assigned to assess and where possible reinforce the world's defensive capability, in particular surveying the locals' armaments and munitions. He would be among the most vocal in expressing frustrations and the locals seeming inability or unwillingness to cooperate, and resultingly among the first to come under attack when the cult's nature was revealed. Despite this he was successful in fighting his way offworld, witnessing the exterminatus and later going on to fight at the Siege of Terra.

 

"I have been upon our father's birth world but once, and that was the time we saw it's death throes. I saw our father fight for it, for vengeance. In the end he did what needed to be done, as our Legion always has. Terra now stands before us. The same sickness blighted our father's home is stronger here. This is the birth world of all humanity. Of every Legion that waits here in the void, waiting to exact their due. We will fight for it. For vengeance. If need be we will do what must be done. For vengeance! For Terra!"


Edited by Beren, 19 April 2020 - 07:31 PM.

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Apothecary Hiosaha Greshet, 3rd Division, 1st Combined Arms Battalion, XVIth Legion Tyrant Fists

Born of Tesarus, a world of dust storm and violent tornadoes, Greshet was inducted in the legion a scant few years after the scouring of Saeneya IV where the XVIth would acquire its moniker. After promotion following the Hrud invasion at Eleas, he requested transfer to the apothecarion, intent on mitigating the effect of the chrono-weaponry employed by the fell insectoid race. Greshet’s first action of the First Inter-Legionary War would be during boarding actions in the Meranos Deep, in support of the 1st Battalion’s Assault Company. Heavily wounded by Wings of Woe Corsairs, Greshet held onto duty, retrieving gene-seed until his demise. Hiosaha Greshet’s body was recovered, desperately holding on life, and interred into a Castraferrum Dreadnought, later seen on the field at Chelaxa and Irethe, still bearing the symbols of the Apothecarion.

Hiosaha Greshet is depicted here as he was deployed in the Meranos Deep. His early-production MkV plate has been augmented for frontal protection with ablative plating scavenged from MkIII suits, and pyramidal bonding studs in the styling favoured by the XVIth legion. The symbol on his left knee marks him as a veteran of the Last Rangdan Xenocide, and in a rare symbol of sentimentality for a Tyrant Fist, his left shoulderpad bears the Eagle Skull, a mark of mourning borne by those who had fought alongside the Warmaster.


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Joachim Haemer - Siege Breaker, 3rd Corps, XIV Legion Thunder Talons

 

When Joachim Haemer was recruited on Welessn to fight in the Great Crusade, he never thought he would ever have to fight on his own homeworld.  An artillerist by trade, his long service record showcased his expertise in gunnery, and on dozens of worlds, the heavy guns under his command scored monstrous kill tallies and made utter mockeries of enemy armor and fortifications.  However, his finest hour would come during the Siege of Welessn during the Vremalkyr Incursions. Directing the Third Corps’s artillery batteries, he held countless hordes of mind-thralls at bay, playing a pivotal part in the Corps’s defense of the great city of Paatharn.  Later in the conflict, he would go on to serve under his primarch, August Veramn, himself, utilizing his talent for precise artillery barrage placement to aid in the slaying of multiple Vremalkyr false gods.



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Kaezo Vallia of the cardinal guard

 

Kaezo Vallia the 8th captain of the Jaracite host, and a Cathean native, He was one of the first of the marines recruited from the Cardinals homeworld. Little is known about his life before joining the Jaracite’s though it is speculated that he came from a noble family of the world. Kaezo was most active during the early stages of the first interlegionary war, he was known for his twin phosphex pistols Ignis and Morte raining devastation upon the enemies of the regency. He saw the most action in the southern part of the segmentum tempestus as a part of the Talrik crusade. He met his end upon the Ice world of Xrinka near the end of the first war at the hands of the Cardinal’s hated enemy the Thunder Talons, Kaezo made the mistake of landing too close to a squad he was sure he had taken out to the man. The only surviving squad member, Helwalker Alrikan Vetrium, managed to brutally gun down the unsuspecting Cardinal point blank in the chest.


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This weeks challenge: notable campaigns during the great crusade. I rolled a 17, so I will write something about the Dreamwalkers.

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The Pillaging of Gravis

 

The Grave Stalkers are by large a Legion that has adopted its specialist tactics not as a preference, but as a necessity. As a result, they seldom choose to willingly engage an enemy that is non-responsive to their frequented avenues of attack, preferring to leave such battle to others. Gravis might be seen as an exception to this.

Gravis was icebound world orbiting thestar designated Sigma-13-4, encountered by the 364th Expeditionary Fleet, composed primarily of the Grave Stalkers and their close allies. Orbital scans of the planet displayed extensive infrastructure, power signatures, but no lifesigns. Ground reconnaissance reported the presence of that appeared to be automated defenses of a high calibre. Keyez’k, the Praetor in charge of the fleet, was of the mind to mark its presence and depart, only being persuaded otherwise by the attendant Lasarian Magi who insisted that the technology present on the planet could be of benefit to the Legion, provided it could be recovered.

 

What followed was a protracted campaign more akin to careful demolition or dismemberment. Grave Stalker squads would stalk the frozen wastes, supported where required by Jocasta Grav-Attack craft. They would identify key defense strongpoints and hostile lines of fire. Where necessary and possible without heavy casualties they would breach the facilities themselves, disabling  key systems such as reactors and sensor relays, speeding the main assault. This assault itself contained the Fleets limited heavy armour reserve, mainly aged Malcador tanks that had not seen battle in many years and were crewed by hastily trained mortal auxilia, further augmented by Lasarain automata and sheild-artillery vehicles. Where the Legionaries could not close to an emplacement without crossing open ground under fire, this armoured core would brave the fire and return it until the offending weapons were wrecks and the Lasarian servo-automata could pick through the remains.It was three months into this process when humans, clad in environmental armour, were sighted by Recon squads above the surface of one of the world’s largest facilities. Hours later, every Grave Stalker in the region converged on the location, thus leaving the armoured contingent all but blind. Within hours, many of the world’s defense systems appeared to have been voluntarily disarmed, thus effectively ending the campaign.

 

When an Explorator fleet dispatched by Mars to assess the reported finds, they found the world stripped bare of its technological wealth. Furthermore, they found above the remnants of vast cryo-stasis vaults in the world’s northern pole the remains of hundreds of humans - some torn out of environmental garb and others still coated in frozen cryo-fluid - dismembered and preserved for eternity by the planet’s ice-bound clime.



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The Gresk Xenocide (M30. 914-5)
As part of a wider Imperial offensive into the Loiva Cluster in the Galactic far west, led by three Legions, the Monarchs of Dernaus fought a gruelling campaign against the alien Gresk. The species was technologically advanced, infamous for its aggression and depraved cruelty, and infested eleven star systems. Identifying these as a major obstacle to the advance, Karden Linnaeus led the attack personally, taking two-thirds of his Legion into battle as well as six Solar Auxilia cohorts and eight Imperial Army regiments, as well as Titans of the Legion Vituperati.

Descending upon the four outermost systems almost simultaneously, the Monarchs and their allies commenced ferocious void assaults, fighting their way into orbit. This allowed them to launch the initial planetstrikes, dividing the attention of the Gresk commanders and forcing their surface forces to confront an attack they were ill-prepared to face. On each planet, several thousand Monarchs took the field in this phase by gunship and drop-pod. Once the first wave had deployed, the Monarchs would turn about and strike the enemy again even as their comrades on the ground began to sow confusion and destruction.

Here the VIIIth’s mastery of the high-velocity assault came into its own, abetted by the gunships and bombers which likewise descended from orbit. Invariably following on the heels of aerial strikes, the advance forces hit with overwhelming speed and violence. At no point did they attempt to secure and hold territory, nor did they commit to protracted assaults on enemy strongholds. Instead the Monarchs simply ripped through their selected targets, sowing confusion and terror even in their alien foes.

The disorder put paid to the coordination of the defending fleet and their comrades on the surface, and between the power of the Legiones Astartes and the voidborne prowess of the Solar Auxilia, the Gresk fleets were broken. The Monarchs of Dernaus and their allies now invested each planet fully, taking advantage of the chaos which held sway on the surface. Gresk commanders adjusting to the relentless movement of the first wave now found themselves caught off guard as the full war arsenal of the Imperial war machine was unleashed upon them. Nothing now stood against them, and any fortresses which had been left untouched before, cut off from their fellows, were broken open and purged.

Not one of the outer worlds held for more than two days under this onslaught. Linnaeus and his commanders paused only to allocate troops to secure their conquests before moving on. The same brutal velocity which had carried them to victory on these planets persisted through the rest of the region. Within a solar month the Hresk were annihilated, and a grouping of systems which had been considered a potential threat to the Imperial advance now provided an avenue of attack deeper into the Loiva Cluster.

Of final note were the VIIIth Legion commanders brought to prominence in the xenocide. The death of Estraldus Kotht to a Hresk counter-attack brought Andreas Cavaleron to the mastery of the Eleventh Chapter, and he swiftly proved his mettle by blunting the retaliation strike. The later battles marked the rise of Gustavus Antores and Obyro Castil, both of whom would rank among the Legion’s finest practitioners of armoured warfare.

Edited by bluntblade, 18 May 2020 - 12:23 PM.

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The Culling of Parhax

 

 

        On the planet of Parhax, the Imperium encountered the Xenos known simply as “the Parhaxi."  A fungal species outwardly appearing as a gossamer-fine layer of apparently benign silver-white filaments, easily mistaken for hair, the Parhaxi existed as localized instances of a hivemind gestalt, with particularly large focal structures nestled in the planet’s crust.  Parhax’s human colonists, originally seeking the planet’s great mineral wealth, became infested with the fungal xenos and addled by their biological manipulations.  They came to believe the fungal filaments to be signs of blessing by “the Embracing Mother,” raising the most outwardly plagued among them as leaders and holy men.  Previous Imperial delegations to Parhax had failed, the ambassadors overtaken in body and mind by the Parhaxi.  Cut off from the Imperial delegations, it fell to the Seventh Legion to bring compliance to Parhax and liberate its people from the domination of what High Command perceived to be degenerate mutants.

 

        At first, the campaign seemed like it would be an easy one.  When the legion’s vessels dropped out of the Warp in the Parhax system, they found the planet undefended.  Even when the Astartes made planetfall, it seemed as if the Planet’s population had barely noticed their presence.  However, as the Berserkers of Uran deployed en masse, the Parhaxi leaders declared a holy crusade against the Imperial invaders.  The initial days of the Parhax campaign were easy enough.  With only a limited industrial base, the Parhaxi colonists could not hope to stand against the transhuman strength and speed of the Seventh Legion Astartes.  With bolter and chainsword, and flamer and Hell’s Teeth, the Berserkers tore through the Parhaxi defenders, the city streets flowing with their spilt blood.

 

        Yet as the Berserkers gained ground, the Parhax campaign devolved into a nightmarish scenario that no one had expected.  The Parhaxi Xenos revealed the true extent of their fungal nature.  Monolithic fungal fruiting bodies rapidly erupted from the ground, some projecting corrosive macrospore clusters at Astartes landing craft and others choking the environment with snowflake-sized spores.  Where the spores landed, the Parhaxi Xenos took root, corrupting and infesting the planet’s flora and fauna.  Soon, no longer were the Berserkers of Uran fighting enthralled humans but instead, they fought hideous mutants and aberrant flesh hosts, twisted and misshapen by the Parhaxi Xenos.  As for the Astartes, themselves, their environmentally-sealed power armor protected them from infestation, but the aggressive spores, capable of settling on nearly any substrate, clogged air intake filters and jammed servo-motors, making effective combat nearly impossible.  With a seemingly endless tide of fungal beasts, Imperial officials ordered the Seventh Legion’s retreat back into orbit, intent on cleansing the world through orbital bombardment.  Yet Primarch Raktra ignored their orders.  With his legionnaires mired and hamstrung and with seemingly the planet itself rising up against them, the Ashen King saw Parhax as the greatest crucible yet in which the Seventh Legion would prove their strength to defy and overcome all.

 

        Exhorting his Astartes to overcome the weaknesses foisted upon them by the insidious Xenos, Raktra led his legion as they plunged back into defiled landscapes of Parhax.  Against the Parhaxi’s bestial flesh hosts, conventional modes of warfare were all but useless; the Astartes of the Seventh Legion only had their individual strength and mettle to rely on as they fought the twisted horrors.  Yet for many of the Ashen King’s sons, they had never felt more alive.  At the front of the legion’s counteroffensive, the resolute breachers of the Horde of the Arisen held firm against the increasingly grotesque fungal beasts, while the Arisen’s ferocious despoiler squads cut a swathe through the xenos tide.  Where the infested humans and Parhaxi beasts presented no weakness for the Cutter’s Sight to identify, the Arisen, in statements of savage strength, made weaknesses for them.  Behind the Arisen came the Blood Boiler destroyers of the Blackening Scourge.  Unleashing the dreaded phosphex weapons they were known for, the destroyers torched the colossal fruiting body structures of the Parhaxi, poisoning the earth as the living flames crept along their mycelium networks.  

 

        After two weeks of brutal hand-to-hand combat, the Berserkers of Uran claimed victory over the Parhaxi, with Raktra himself slaying the revolting rot-wyrm that served as the physical nexus of the Xenos’s fungal hivemind.  Parhax was left in utter ruin.  The human colonists, twisted beyond recognition, were slain to a man by the Astartes, and between the toxic wilting of the fungal fruiting bodies that dotted the planet’s crust and the blighted earth left by the legion’s destroyer cadres, the planet had become uninhabitable.  The Seventh Legion would be harshly criticized by Imperial High Command.  In the eyes of mortal bureaucrats, what they accomplished through strength of arms on Parhax’s surface could have been accomplished through orbital bombardment; the legion’s disobedience wasted time and Astartes.  Raktra paid no heed.  He and his sons had eradicated an apex predator Xenos species, no, an entire planetary ecosystem.  Their losses and battle scars would be proof of their strength for ages to come, and if the weaklings in the Imperium failed to comprehend that, then so be it.


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Januarius Martinius was originally a Tactical Squad Sergeant within the 21st Grand Company, 5th Cohort, 3rd Ordinal. During the Legion’s wars on the very edge off the Great Crusade the 5th would be required to hold of the fevered onslaughts of the Kuhrgan Ork Dominion for a month before reinforcements could arrive.

Martinius would die his first death at the hands of an Orkish Warlord, emptying his bolt pistol into its face even as the monstrosityy’s servo-claws shredded his lower body. Such was the ferocious tempo of the combat that many of the Cohort’s attendant dreadnoughts had already fallen, sometimes more than once. With limited time and supply for repairs, the Contemptor shell Martinius was hastily interred in was much degraded by the damage that it was closer to the Contemptor-Cortus than its original classification. Despite this, Martinius would serve valiantly even in death, enduring the battle and meting out retribution to many of the vile xenos.

Upon the Cohort’s reinforcement, Martinius would be honoured and offered a fully functional replacement provided by the Legion’s Mechanicum allies. Instead, he requested that the frame he was originally interred within be upgraded and repaired to its former standards, repaying the loyalty he believed it had showed him. Martinius’ body, now embossed and gilded with gold atop the Cardinal Gurd’s scarlet and white heraldry, would be in evidence beside the Primarch Haedran when he returned to discover the calamity that had befallen Terra in his absence, watching over proceedings with a Conversion Beamer and Volkite Culverins.

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Any chance you could paragraph that beast, dude?

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Done.
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Submission for the 1st Weekly Writing Challenge- Notable Minor Characters:

M'denn Krist, the "Laughing Hand"
Master of Signal, Devourers of Irithon Legion

A cunning and subtle son of the Pontiff, M'denn was always a devious warrior, first making a name for himself in the Xth's Reconnaissance Companies. Here M'denn aggressively exploited his legion's gene-quirk, assassinating and consuming key hostile personnel for their knowledge of the foe's communication methods and protocols. Such things he would study relentlessly, employing his newfound knowledge to carefully manipulate and manoeuvre the enemy so that the bulk of the Legion's strength could either annihilate them in one fell swoop, or pick them off piecemeal.
M'denn's talent for deception only grew as time went on, earning his infamous moniker for deceiving a defiant world's planetary defences into firing upon their own returning fleet, slaying their top admiral and ravaging dozens of vessels. Endlessly amused by his own plots, M'denn always took delight in deftly puppeteering the enemy like a master Regicide player.

When the Xth fell into Nurgle's embrace, M'denn would be amongst those to receive his putrid blessings. His flesh would bloat and burst from his plate, becoming a rotten, semi-gelatinous mass that engulfed most of his upper torso. Transformed into a ravenous nightmare M'denn would find his vox equipment strangely enhanced by the vile energies that now coursed through him, easily hijacking vox transmissions he was also able to will new mouths to form across his twisted body, each capable of effortlessly mimicking the voice of a being M'denn had consumed. Soon M'denn became a sadistic hunter, stalking and tormenting his foes with the mocking voices of their own dead comrades, drinking in his victims' despair like a fine wine.
With each victim his collection grows, another fanged maw tearing open upon his tar-like hide, a new voice added to the choir of low, cackling laughter that accompanies him everywhere, penetrating the mind and driving men to madness.

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Ancient Aqrisaud
Old Resilience
  So old was Aqrisaud that the Contemptor chassis he bore at the start of the Anarchy was his third such steed of war. Originally named Tanamur Aqrisaud, he was a son of Erythaea and had been a part of the Legion’s third aspirant cohort. After forty years of service, he had risen to command its Fourth Chapter, only to be struck down in battle against the Orks of the Krooked-Klaw Empire. For all the ravages that the Orks and their war machines inflicted upon him, however, Aqrisaud clung to life.
 
  The fortitude that he continued to show in his new half-life was nothing, however, compared to what was to come. For when the Legion found itself caught up in the tumult and isolation of the Croiden Sojourn, its venerable fallen were no less affected than their living brothers. These were among the most dreadful of the Sojourn’s ravages, for the Hunger could not be assuaged for the entombed warriors. In most cases it meant a swift deterioration, coupled with the usual stresses of a Dreadnought’s existence.
 
  Aqrisaud, however, persevered, weathering both the gruelling campaign and the ravages inflicted by the Warp storms which caged the Legion. When the Lightning Bearers braved the dying Warp storms around Croiden, Aqrisaud was among those judged able to speak for the Xth Legion. In the subsequent years, he would served as a sage to his brothers both living and entombed, helping to lead them out of the bloody-minded despair which had gripped so many during their isolation.

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The Bitter Oath

“It’s still coming… IT’S STILL COMING!”

 

It is of some debate amongst the scholars familiar with this vessel as to whether it’s observed tactics were an example of suicidal recklessness or calculated psychological impact. Given the tendencies inherent to the Berserkers of Uran, whom’st deployed even before their allies as if arrayed for an assault, the argument is perhaps moot.

 

Originally a Vanguard class Strike Cruiser, the Bitter Oath, is perhaps best described as slab upon slab of armour affixed atop of a core of over exerted engine thrusters, macrocannons jutting out like broken teeth and a shadowed maw bearing it’s complement of boarding craft. Salvaged from debris fields left in the wake of the Rangdan Xenocides, it has since been rebuilt countless times, sometimes on an engagement by engagement basis until it bore barely a passing resemblance to its original form.

 

The craft has usually been witnessed in conjunction with larger vessels under the Beserkers’ flag, be these of the Legio itself or their close allies, using such accompaniment as a distraction while it braves the teeth of the enemy to bring it’s complement of Astartes to bear. Even when aflame from the weight of fire it has received the Bitter Oath continues, making for the critical vessel in the opposing fleet. Be it a mass craft carrier, a flagship, or a communications and scanning vessel, the Oath renders its target a charnel house and by tearing out the heart of a fleet makes the foe’s strength their weakness.

 

It is believed that on at least two occasions the Bitter Oath has been hulked only for the surviving Berserkers to launch from it’s corpse on assault craft and even salvation pods to take their prey regardless. Needless to say it’s hulk was recovered both times, being rebuilt yet again to fulfill the same furious assault over and over. It has even been theorised that the vessel is used as a form of punishment for errant members of the VIIth who have failed their father in some way. To walk away from such a posting is to prove one’s strength through the simple act of survival.



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The Unremitting
  A true relic of Old Night, the Unremitting was an ancient and powerful battleship. Taken by the Tyrant’s Fists at the height of the Kyelion Annexation, it was claimed by their Third Chapter by right of war spoil. While by no means the fastest of the XVIth Legion’s capital ships, it boasted some of the heaviest weapons of any vessel in their fleet. Of particular note was the grav-array on its prow, which became notorious for the brutal manner in which it mutilated and crushed enemy ships.
 
  This offensive capability was used to great effect in the Battle of Atyal in 968. M30, during which the Tyrant’s Fists and Predators engaged and destroyed the core strength of Waaagh! Rokhead. The Unremitting spearheaded the attack on the macro-agglomeration hulk which served as the horde’s flagship, ripping a great trench in its metal hide into which the gunships of the Third Chapter and the Stormclaw Tribe of the XXth poured. By this means the hulk was purged over the course of three bloody days, the Unremitting leading four more attacks to open breaches in the metal hide of the hulk and hasten its seizure.
 
  While the Unremitting’s master was in theory commanded by the Third Chapter Master, by the beginning of the Anarchy its effective master had for two decades been their senior techmarine. Vardekar Barasad’s brilliance as an artillerist made him the Chapter’s de facto siegemaster, and that same skill leant itself to voidwar and command of the Unremitting. This suited the succession of Chapter Masters he served under over the course of his tenure, all of whom preferred to confront their foes at close quarters.

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Psst, blunt, TF are the XVIth legion, not XVIIIth.

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oh yes


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 The Liberator, Warspite-Primus class Battle Barge, War Heralds - Astral Griffons

 

The leaders of the Great Crusade had long requested the Adeptus Mechanicus design a battle barge to replace the venerable, but increasingly obsolete, Basileus-class Battle Barge.  At their behest, the Martian Priesthood began work on the Liberator in Mars’s Ring of Iron.  Retroactively designated as a Warspite-Primus class Battle Barge, the Liberator was painstakingly artificed and would come to be the prototype for the mass produced Warspite and Legatus classes that were later based upon it.  Larger than its successor classes and armed with composite broadside bombardment and macrobatteries, the Liberator was noted for being not only devastating in planetary assaults, as was expected of battle barges, but also quite formidable in ship-to-ship combat.  Entrusted to the Twelfth Legion for combat testing, its dual strengths would be key to the War Herald’s swift and glorious victory in the Maeburan Compliance.

 

In the Maeburan system, the Imperium encountered the solar empire of Maebur the Magnanimous, the self-proclaimed God-King of the Maeburan system, which in his fathomless vanity, he had renamed after himself.  With the labor of millions of slaves, the tyrant had built lavish royal cities and obscene monuments across the Maeburan system to aggrandize his reign.  Such was the height of his hubris, that naturally, he rejected all of the Imperium’s calls for peaceful compliance.

 

When the War Heralds arrived in the Maebur system, they bypassed the outer worlds and launched an assault aimed straight at Maebur’s capital world.  The Maeburan forces were caught off guard as the planetary forces, not yet properly mobilized against an invasion, were confused and unprepared.  All they could hope for was the Maeburan fleet to buy time for them to prepare their defenses.  

 

The War Heralds seized upon the opportunity, and the Liberator led the charge.  While previous Imperial doctrine stated that main battle line ships were to neutralize the enemy fleet before battle barges could optimally begin a planetary assault, here, time was of the essence.  With macrobatteries blazing, the Liberator cleared its own path, cruising at full speed while leaving behind the ruins of wrecked Maeburan vessels.  Waiting on no one, it positioned itself for orbital assault, disgorging hundreds of Stormbirds, Thunder-Rocs, and drop pods, supported by precise bombardment cannon fire, all the while fighting off the haphazard attacks of the Maeburans.

 

The Liberator would sustain extensive damage in the assault on the capital world, but it played its part perfectly.  In a lightning strike led by the legion’s elite strike terminators, the War Heralds decapitated the corrupt Maeburan leadership and captured the so-called God-King.  The people of Maebur rose up against their oppressors and joined the War Heralds in liberating the planet, causing a cascade of joyous revolution across the system.  For its part, the Liberator, repaired and battle-proven, earned a special place of reverence in the hearts of the Maeburan people and continued to sail across the stars in the Great Crusade as a beacon of hope and freedom for all mankind.


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The Unremitting
  A true relic of Old Night, the Unremitting was an ancient and powerful battleship. Taken by the Tyrant’s Fists at the height of the Kyelion Annexation, it was claimed by their Third Chapter by right of war spoil. While by no means the fastest of the XVIth Legion’s capital ships, it boasted some of the heaviest weapons of any vessel in their fleet. Of particular note was the grav-array on its prow, which became notorious for the brutal manner in which it mutilated and crushed enemy ships.
 
  This offensive capability was used to great effect in the Battle of Atyal, in which the Tyrant’s Fists and Predators engaged and destroyed the core strength of Waaagh! Rokhead. The Unremitting spearheaded the attack on the macro-agglomeration hulk which served as the horde’s flagship, ripping a great trench in its metal hide into which the gunships of the Third Chapter and the Stormclaw Tribe of the XXth poured. By this means the hulk was purged over the course of three bloody days, the Unremitting leading four more attacks to open breaches in the metal hide of the hulk and hasten its seizure.
 
  While the Unremitting’s master was in theory commanded by the Third Chapter Master, by the beginning of the Anarchy its effective master had for two decades been their senior techmarine. Vardekar Barasad’s brilliance as an artillerist made him the Chapter’s de facto siegemaster, and this same skill leant itself to voidwar. This suited the succession of Chapter Masters he served under over the course of his tenure, all of whom preferred to confront their foes at close quarters.

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Submission for the 2nd Weekly Writing Challenge- Notable Battles:

XIXth Legion "Cardinal Guard"
Excoriation of Harkess

When the 78th Expeditionary Fleet exploring Segmentum Lamia encountered the human empire known as the Harkess Conglomerate, negotiations between the two would deteriorate swiftly. The Conglomerate, while technologically advanced, were a deviant trade syndicate that had totally overtaken the very civilisation that had spawned it, usurping it's original government through corruption, blackmail and extortion whilst seizing every vital resource with its armies of indentured "employees." Every citizen owed a debt to the Conglomerate from birth, forcing them into tedious, joyless lives of soul-crushing work, kept docile by a steady stream of company-produced narcotics, alcohol and other distractions, all for a price, of course.

Unwilling to relinquish their status or tolerate an outside power meddling in their affairs, the Conglomerate's ruling council, known simply as "the Board", violently refused the Imperial Envoy's terms before executing them as a message. Infuriated by this grievous insult and display of naked arrogance, the 78th's commanding officer, Praetor Alexian Kallistari of the XIXth Legion personally vowed to avenge this dishonour and swiftly set organising his plan for retribution. The Conglomerate Fleet, while powerful, was slower than their Imperial counterparts, something Kallistari exploited to his advantage. Keeping the main body of his fleet beyond the system's edge he divided his destroyers and light cruisers into multiple wolfpacks before unleashing them across the system in a campaign of lightning raids, identifying and striking at various facilities and resource sites critical to the Conglomerate's production of consumer goods. Such locations would see the full fury of the Fleet's Jeracite Host unleashed, razing them to the ground and denying all hope of salvage with the lingering taint of phosphex and radiation.

This strategy would force the Conglomerate onto the defensive, dividing their fleet to protect each of their worlds from Alexian's wolfpacks. The Imperial attacks had already stretched the supply of chems to it's limit, with planetside security forces having to enact martial law to quell growing unrest from the increasingly agitated populace. Aware that the Imperials had yet to show their full strength, the Board sent out a summons to their various "trading partners", promising as much spoil as they could fit in their holds if they could destroy the interlopers, they would not have to wait long for a response. Within days over a dozen small fleets of both Xeno and Human origin descended on the Harkess system, catching several Imperial raiding groups by surprise and forcing them to withdraw.

Undeterred, Alexian observed that though these new foes were dangerous, they were also divided. Each fleet operated independently of the others with little-to-no care for co-ordination or strategy, only following the lead of their respective commanders rather than working together. Therefore, Alexian would use his raiding groups to lure individual fleets away from supporting elements before warping in with the rest of his fleet, the previously withheld heavy cruisers and battleships would devastate the mercenary ships that stood their ground, while the raiding parties' lighter corvettes, destroyers and cruisers would run down and cripple any who sought to flee. After several devastating ambushes the mercenaries' resolve began to falter, realising they were outmatched and that the spoils they'd been promised were out of reach, the vengeful marauders turned on their Conglomerate "partners", raiding several of the very worlds they were meant to defend before scattering into the void once more, abandoning the Conglomerate to their fate.

The fires had not even begun to cool when Alexian made his move, his fleet sweeping in-system to storm the still-reeling Conglomerate homeworld of Harkess Prime. With the full might of the 78th unleashed the Conglomerate ships in orbit were overrun, many striking their colours and surrendering or attempting to flee as the Imperial Juggernaut seized orbital supremacy. Minutes later, orbital bombardments struck planetside emplacements and strongholds as drop pods and landing craft in the thousands descended to the surface. With the corporate PDF scrambling to face the invaders the long-oppressed civilian population finally saw their chance to be free, rising up in gargantuan mob-armies against their overlords and assaulting any Conglomerate building be force they could find. Caught between the vengeful mob and furious onslaught of the XIXth Legion, the PDF quickly disintegrated in a series of swift but bloody battles.
Within two hours, the Conglomerate's Head Office, a gargantuan structure that was equal parts administrative centre, fortress and palace were ablaze with the emerald fires of Jeracite Phosphex, and all twelve members of the Board who had denied reunification in their avarice were summarily executed by Alexian himself before the jubilant citizens. With the head cut off the snake by the third hour transmissions of capitulation were received from the remaining Conglomerate worlds, their remaining fleets and army units surrendering themselves to the victorious 78th.

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Within the 17th Legion, the degree of pride otherwise attached to awards and honours is seen by their Primarch as yet another example of psychological utility that his Legion ought to be above. Such honours are seen to exist to inspire and reward actions that as members of the Legiones Astartes they ought to perform inherently. As such, honours within the Legion are rarely given, and more used by commanders as a means of identifying subordinates with specific campaign histories and exceptional capabilities. Those awards given are either simple acknowledgements of the specific nature of a campaign, or a specific feat that the Leginary has performed and ought to be able to perform again.

 

One of the more notable ‘honours’ is that of the Blinded Eye, only issued after a Legionary has been active in a combat zone for a significant period with no fellow Dreamwalker  Legionaries and has done so without suffering a single hallucinatory detriment. Requiring a lengthy verification process by the Hypsoian Order to determine the lack of trauma, this typically resulted from a warrior bieng cut off from their own lines during the flow of battle. Those who had been issued the Blind Eye were deemed suitable for duties which carried took them away from the bulk of the Legion, acting to some degree as advisors, ambassadors or in some cases covert agents beholden to Kuranos or other Imperial factions.
I rolled a fifteen, re-rolled because Blunt already rolled for the Sons of Solstice, and got the Predators for the next one.


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Submission for the 3rd Weekly Writing Challenge- Minor Dreadnought Characters:

Ancient Guatemoc
XIIIth Legion, Eagle Warriors
Accipitrine-pattern Dreadnought

Born of Mexicatii, Guatemoc had served with distinction for nearly a century as leader of the 64th Company's Assault Squads before his mortal wounding at the Battle of Tyropis. He relished the feeling of soaring high above the battlefield, gazing down upon his oblivious prey below before swooping in for the kill like his Legion's namesake. The thrill of the hunt was what he lived for, the howl of his Mexicatii-pattern Eviscerator his battle cry, so when Guatemoc died his first death and awoke in the adamantium Sarcophagus of a Dreadnought Ironform he despaired at the thought of never again soaring the war-torn skies with his brothers.

Guatemoc would fall into a dark, despondent state, treating the Contemptor ironform he had been interred within with utter contempt. He threw himself at the foe with reckless abandon, venting his frustration and daring, or perhaps hoping, the enemy to end the miserable unlife he'd been forced into. Deliverance for Guatemoc would finally come with the development of the Accipitrine-pattern Dreadnought, the first delivery of which to the XIIIth Legion would see Guatemoc break free of his restrains in the Hall of the Ancients upon hearing the news to confront the 64th's Master of the Forge, demanding one of the new ironforms for himself. The Forge Master, to his credit, had foreseen this event and already made the arrangements to fulfill Guatemoc, tired as he was of the intense maintenance the Ancient's near-suicidal conduct demanded.

So it was that Guatemoc was interred anew, within days of his first trial run all around him would notice the life return to the grizzled Ancient, the fury and despair that had lingered over him since his first death seemingly dispelled as Guatemoc the Eagle flew once more. Guatemoc would continue to serve his Legion and Primarch with newfound vigour throughout the course of the Great Anarchy, taking great delight in scattering squads of fellow Legionaries before him and particularly relished hunting down other, more ponderous Dreadnoughts, only meeting his end at the Siege of Cauthis, where his wings would finally be clipped for good by a Talon of Anvil Bearers Deredeo Dreadnoughts lying in wait for him, their Anvillus-pattern Autocannon Arrays shredding Guatemoc's Ironform into so much scrap metal as he led an assault on the Loyalist positions.

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